Dressing Room Nexus, Near the Energon Room, Restart
*in a corner of the dressing room nexus, near the energon storage room*
Ironhide: *quietly, as he checks that Mira isn't spitting up the low grade energon he gave her* You are not going to test energon, Lumen. End of discussion.
Lumen: *opening his mouth to protest that he's just as capable of testing energon as Ironhide, stops when his mentor gives him The Look*
Ironhide: *narrows his optics just slightly, before his attention goes back to the happy little babbles of the sparklet in his hand*
Mira: *has a full tank, warms, and can see her peeps. Issa happy Little*
pale blue G1 femme: *suddenly hits the floor of the main room with a mighty clatter*
Ironhide: *on his feet and tucking Mira into her compartment before both of his cannons are out and charging*
Lumen: *quick to get his own weapon off of his back and aimed at the source of the noise*
femme: *only movement is the spread of a multicolored puddle beneath her*
Lumen: *weapon put away quickly as he scoots over to the femme and checks to see where she's bleeding from. Is totally ignoring Ironhide's hiss of protest*
femme: *looks like she's had a good chunk of her side taken off by a weapon blast*
Lumen: *still ignoring his mentor's protests, is going to try and stop as much of the bleeding as he can... starting with the primary lines*
Ironhide: *cautiously emerging from the shelter of the room he and his tribemates have been staying in, weapons still out and fully charged as he studies the femme from a distance*
femme: *strongly sculpted but beautiful face shows strength of character and determination. And right now it also shows despair even while she's offline*
Ironhide: *strongly reminded of Chromia.... which reminds him that he will never see her again...*
Lumen: *frowning now* *quietly* She needs a medic, Mentor... I've done what I can...
femme: *soft alarm from inside as some system warns of low fluid levels*
Ironhide: *slight wince at the sound, small nod as he moves to check cubes. He might not be able to do much about some of the fluids, but he can at least give her the comfort of a full tank...*
femme: *and then, incredibly with her damage, she slowly clenches one hand as her optics flicker*
Lumen: *startled sound, scoots back a bit lest she try and hit him*
femme: *intakes and groans softly* What...? Elita?
Lumen: *quietly and gently* Easy... You're hurt....
femme: *optics on now, and her face slowly creases with confusion*
Ironhide: *finishes checking energon before settling on a mid-grade that seems to be mildly sweet. Will bring his find over to where Lumen and the femme are* *quietly* Can you move?
femme: *looks at him, then replies. Voice like a puff of air* Don't... think so...
Ironhide: *small nod. Didn't think she would be able to. Quick glance to Lumen, who nods and moves to gently and carefully assist the femme* *quietly* I do not know if there is a medic nearby.... For now, drink. *will gently hold the cube up to the femme's mouth*
femme: *sips at the fuel, but then winces and grimaces slightly*
Ironhide: *scans the femme as well as he's able to. He's no medic, so he's not equipped with powerful scanners*
femme: *has other internal damage, including some shrapnel from the blast that took her down. The energon coming in contact with her injuries stings and makes her feel ill*
Ironhide: *low rumble of concern, hand going to the cover of the compartment where Mira is squeaking away in response*
Lumen: *worried and wondering if he might be able to find a medic if he goes looking*
femme: *intakes deeply, and then her optics slowly fade offline*
Ironhide: *frowns and scans again*
femme: *spark a bit shaky, but not in danger of going out. She's in stasis lock*
Ironhide: *very quiet rumbles as he moves to try and get her comfortable without making her injuries worse*
Lumen: *going to see if he can find something to try and help the poor femme... or maybe find a way to get a medic in here*
femme: *slight wince and rises out of stasis lock just long enough to automatically send a distress ping... right to Ironhide's private channel. And then she's out again*
Ironhide: *startles at the ping, and feels a bit ill* *quietly, almost quieter than Lumen can hear* Chromia?
Lumen: *pretends not to notice, is searching lockers*
burst of vitriolic language: *comes from the room with the small cupboards and that strange, sweet smelling organic thing*
Lumen: *startled, lands on his skidplate with a loud thud that has Ironhide charging his weapons again*
cussing voice: *is female*
Lumen: *hesitantly getting back onto his feet, and moving to approach the voice* *quietly* Hello?
cussing femme: *white and black, nine foot tall, with snapping blue optics over a battle mask, a black chevron, an Autobot badge on her chest, and a medic badge on her shoulder* *turns to frown in the direction of that voice and then stops* ...What do you want, kid?
Lumen: *hesitantly, taking in the strange femme's appearance* Are you a medic?
white femme: *pause* *facepalm* Where's the casualty?
Lumen: This way.... *sends a warning to Ironhide, after describing the femme to him* *moves to lead the femme to the injured one*
Ironhide: *wary acknowledgement, will power down his weapons, for now*
white femme: *follows the blue youngling, and then pauses at sight of that grim old black protector* ...Ironhide.
Ironhide: *does his best not to look startled at the fact that the strange femme knows his designation. Brief nod*
white femme: How much do you know about other realities?
Ironhide: *quietly* Other realities?
white femme: *nods* There are a lot of them. In yours Ironhide's a big old black clunker, and Chromia was Elita-One's younger sister. In mine, Optimus was Prima, and bonded her Chief medical officer, Ratchet.
Ironhide: *very slight nod, though he is quite surprised at what he's hearing*
Lumen: *frown* Ironhide's not a clunker. *not amused, white femme*
white femme: *looks at the youngster* Oh yes he is. *turns back to Ironhide and lifts her chin slightly* Chief Medical Officer Panacea, daughter of Optimus Prima and Ratchet. You want me to have a look at that Chromia?
Ironhide: ... *looking like he's just been suckerpunched, small nod* *and then he's sitting down nearby and getting Mira out of her compartment since she's starting to fuss*
Lumen: *distracted from scowling at Panacea by trying to help calm Mira down*
Panacea: *goes to work, her voice a low and steady stream of just inaudible vituperation as she repairs the damage on the pale blue femme* *bit louder* ...Slagging Shockwave. Kick his aft into the next century... *back down to inaudible again*
Mira: *fussing and getting a bit loud*
Ironhide: *trying so hard to soothe the little femme's ire, is trying everything he can think of short of feeding her so soon after her last meal... Especially since her fuel levels are still well into the 'full' range*
Lumen: *also trying, though he's also glancing over his shoulder every now and then at Panacea*
Panacea: *takes something out of subspace and tosses it toward Ironhide, causing a wash of cinna scent in the process*
Ironhide: *blink blink, will give the strange item a cautious examination, followed by a taste-test* *surprised expression is a go, and then he's breaking off a small piece and trying to interest Mira in it*
Mira: *having none of it! YELL*
Lumen: *wince wince wince, gentle clicks*
Panacea: For the love of sugar. *stomps over and looks up at the sparklet, then scans her*
Mira: *healthy, though she's younger than she looks and is a bit weak as a result. Is just expressing herself and showing a bit of Sunstreaker-like temper*
Panacea: You! *hands on hips as she looks up sternly at the bitlet*
Mira: *squeak squeak squeak! Bored bitty is upset and wants to play!*
Panacea: *brows lift, and then she's pulling out a colouring book and some crayons* Here, give her these.
Ironhide: *hesitantly reaches for the items, before offering them to Mira*
Mira: *sque-oh? What's this? Loooooks at the coloring book and crayons, going a bit cross-eyed in the process*
Panacea: *takes advantage of the quiet to go back to work on the damaged Chromia*
Lumen: *doorwings relaxing as he watches Mira gnaw experimentally on the corner of the coloring book*
Mira: *tryin' to figure out this strange new thing!*
Ironhide: *making sure the sparklet doesn't accidentally swallow anything*
Panacea: *working, her grumbling now replaced by humming of her uncle Ironhide's favorite ancient Cybertronian song*
Mira: *squeaks quiet down after a bit, and Ironhide's soft rumbling can be heard shortly thereafter*
Ironhide: *recognizes when Mira's ready for a nap... Though that doesn't explain why she was so upset earlier... So very odd...*
Lumen: *gently touches Mira's head and clicks softly to her.*
Panacea: *continues working, caught up in it now as the melody swells from her vocalizer*
Some time later....
Lumen: *using his mentor's lap for a pillow, and looking every bit the youngling he is*
Ironhide: *slipped into a light doze once Mira and Lumen were both asleep, having tucked Mira back into her compartment*
Panacea: *soft grumble as she straightens, then her sharp optics watch as her patient sinks into a normal healing stasis. Nods and siphons some of that cube of fuel that's sitting here into her, then glances over at Ironhide and the youngsters. Silently asks God the Greatest Creator to watch over them before taking out her PINpoint and going home*
Ironhide: *unshutters an optic at the soft swish and slight flash of light, before he frowns and wonders where the medic went*
Chromia: *soft ping of a call in her slumber*
Ironhide: *quiet rumble, will gently lift Lumen up and bring him over to where Chromia is, since he's pretty sure she'll need someone to watch over her, and he knows Lumen will wake up upset if he isn't snuggled against an adult....*
Chromia: *calls again. Isn't even aware she does it. Those calls have gone unanswered for so long...*
Ironhide: *gentle clicks as he reaches to smooth her helm* *softly* Rest...
Chromia: *once more sends out that silent call*
Ironhide: *soft response*
Chromia: *no outward reaction, but he'll see some of the tension fade from her face, and be able to hear her systems smooth out just a bit*
Ironhide: *will keep watch over not only his own wards, but Chromia as well... Stiff joints or no*
The next day....
Ironhide: *head down against his chest, which has a compartment open and empty*
Lumen: *feeding Mira bits of the good smelling fuel Panacea left behind and getting babbled at by the happy sparklet*
Chromia: *suddenly sits bolt upright, her hand reaching for a gun... that isn't in her subspace* *optics pale at this... And then she's stopping as she realizes that she's not out on that ruined street on Cybertron with the other female Autobots*
Mira: *squeak! Can see you moving, blue person!*
Lumen: *looks up* *small smile* *quiet* Hello.
Chromia: *turns slowly and looks toward that voice and the squeak, then frowns* ...Hello.
Lumen: *looks very much like a strapping young mech, even if his tech is different than Chromia's own. Expression is gentle as he reaches for one of the pink cubes situated within arm's reach* Here... It's mid-grade, and I think there's carbon in it too... *will offer the cube*
Mira: *more squeaks! Hi, lady!*
Chromia: *looks at the offered cube, then over at the rest of the pile, and her optics go positively white with shock*
Lumen: *slight headtilt, blue optics curious*
Ironhide: *very soft snort as he shifts position and continues to sleep*
Chromia: Where... Where did you find so much energy?
Lumen: *quietly* It was here when we arrived...
Chromia: *slowly turns head, the motion evidently difficult* ...Where is here? Where's my team?
Lumen: *even quieter as his doorwings droop* I... don't know... I'm sorry....
Chromia: *sighs and shuts her optics off for a moment* *quietly* What's your name?
Lumen: *quick glance to Ironhide, then back to Chromia* *quietly* I'm Lumen... This is Mira...
Chromia: And your friend?
Lumen: *quietly* My mentor's name is Ironhide.
Chromia: *optics snap back on* *gasp* Ironhide!
Ironhide: *another snort and slight movement, though he doesn't seem to be close to waking up*
Mira: *squeak!*
Chromia: *shaking now, and her internal alarms are beeping*
Lumen: *will gently set Mira on Ironhide's lap and move to try and get Chromia to lay back down* Easy.... There was a medic to repair you, but you should still rest...
Chromia: *nearly falls back, her intakes working in ragged little jerks. Starts shaking as the alarms continue*
Lumen: *soothing clicks as he helps the femme lay down* Easy.... Everything's going to be okay....
Chromia: *slight sound of pain, and there is anguish on her faceplates*
Lumen: *gently smooths her helm and clicks*
Chromia: *another small sound, and then she sends out that wordless call one last time, thinking that she's going mad*
Ironhide: *startles awake*
Chromia: *optics off now as the alarms continues. Her systems are going into shock*
Ironhide: *gently transfers Mira back to Lumen and scoots over to touch Chromia's helm* *softly* 'Mia...
Chromia: *fading whisper* //Ironhide...//
Ironhide: *softly* //I'm here, 'Mia... I'm not going anywhere...//
Chromia: *optics still shut down, but one scarred hand lifts slightly, beseechingly*
Ironhide: *gently takes the ailing femme's hand in his own and clicks softly* //I'm right here, 'Mia... Right by your side.//
Chromia: //Died... Megatron...//
Ironhide: *optics flash with shock* *quietly* //No... He didn't get me, 'Mia.//
Chromia: *another sound of pain, but she's calming down and the alarms are fading*
Ironhide: *will gently scoop her up and hold her close so she can hear his spark*
Chromia: *slight startle, and he'll be able to see clearly that had she been stronger he'd have been slugged. Instead she leans against him wearily as she shakes*
Ironhide: *quiet rumbles and gentle reassurances*
Chromia: *rapid intaking finally calms, and she sleeps lulled by the sound of a spark that she knows she felt die*
Ironhide: *has no intention of moving, though he'll warn Lumen to stay close by*
Lumen: *promises he and Mira will only be in the locker area and no farther... Is surprisingly good at lying*
Several hours later....
Ironhide: *trying so hard to stay awake despite his systems' attempts to send him into recharge. He has to protect Chromia... Even if this one isn't the femme he knew*
Chromia: *small sound and rubs her face on him, then switches her optics on and frowns dozily* ??
Ironhide: *soft clicks* *quietly* Are you feeling better?
Chromia: *frowns and looks up* Yeah...
Ironhide: *small nod, very slight optic flicker* *softly* Good... Lumen seems convinced that you should not be up and about for now....
Chromia: *expression goes from slight confusion to grim* I can move if I have to. Though I'm going to need another gun. One Eye seems to have sent mine to the Pit.
Ironhide: *quietly* We're safe here... And I can handle any threat to my wards and you.
Chromia: *optics flash in a way that's probably familiar* I'm not helpless.
Ironhide: *very soft snort of amusement* No, but you are in no shape to be fighting.
Chromia: *frowns, but then looks around* What... is this?
Ironhide: I'm not quite sure.... But it is safe... If not a bit... odd.
Chromia: *one more wary look, and then those sharp blue optics go up to his face* ...Your voice is different than the 'Hide I knew, but your spark sounds the same.
Ironhide: *small nod* *quietly* Apparently, there are multiple realities....
Chromia: *brow plates draw together slightly* I guess I figured it had to be something like that.
Ironhide: *another small nod, opens his mouth to speak, and then he's looking at his foot as Mira begins gnawing on it* *surprised expression is a go*
Lumen: *grinning and his doorwings are perked in a mirror of his obvious mirth*
Chromia: *optics flicker slightly with surprise, but then she's following his gaze and shaking with slightly overwrought mirth*
Mira: *gnaw gnaw gnaw, issa happy bitty who's been fed far too many of the contents of that box of cookies Panacea left behind*
Chromia: *snerk, chortle, choke, snigger* XD
Ironhide: *rumbles and carefully leans to nab the sparklet, though his optics are sparkling with joy*
Lumen: *to Ironhide* I found more solid fuel...
Chromia: *moves to be set down as she watches Ironhide reaching for the bitty*
Ironhide: *will gently set Chromia down and carefully lift Mira, before he's scanning the little scrap and rumbling a bit more*
Mira: *bweee! Squeak squeak squeak, happy sounds*
Chromia: She's so little. *tilts her head to study that tiny Cybertronian*
Lumen: She's still pretty new...
Chromia: *gives the blue bot a surprised look* ...What has that got to do with it?
Lumen: If she were past her second vorn, she'd be in a bigger shell.... *like he has any room to talk, being only a vorn and a half or so in age...*
Chromia: *moves her head back slightly in further surprise* You mean you start your new bots off in smaller bodies?
Ironhide: *quiet rumble of affirmation*
Lumen: *nods* We were one of the last groups to do so....
Chromia: Huh. *looks back to Mira* So she's a baby?
Ironhide: *nods* Less than an oorn old.... *and there's a hint of quiet sadness in his voice as he says that*
Chromia: *sharp look* What's wrong?
Ironhide: *quieter* Her creators are offline... One went shortly after she was put into her shell, and the other went during the attack on our home....
Chromia: Two creators... *surprised by that too, but only frowns slightly and offers a hand to the tiny femme, thinking to herself that she's got to get back to Elita and the others*
Mira: *squeaks as she latches onto a finger, has big, bright blue optics that go a bit cross-eyed as she studies Chromia's hand*
Ironhide: *another nod, gives himself a very slight shake. Has been awake without recharge for several cycles now*
Chromia: *quietly* I have to get back to my team.
Ironhide: *quiet sigh, small nod* Alright...
Lumen: *slight headtilt, looks around* There's probably a way out of here somewhere....
Chromia: *looks to Lumen* What do you mean? *and then stops and looks dismayed with realization* We're not even in my reality anymore.
Ironhide: *looks up from fussing over Mira a bit* *considering look on his face*
Lumen: *soothingly* We'll find a way to help you get home, I promise.
Chromia: *looks around, and then turns to start prowling the perimeter and poking into all the corners and lockers*
Ironhide: *moves to get to his feet, or tries to...* *soft clank as his skidplate meets the ground and Mira starts squeaking unhappily*
Chromia: *suddenly back at his side. With asperity* Ironhide, what did you do now?
Ironhide: *trying to soothe Mira's upset away* *quietly, with a bit of stubbornness* I'm fine, 'Mia.
Chromia: Like slag you are! Let me see your eyes.
Ironhide: *has a good hunch that it won't do to argue, lifts his head to look Chromia in the eye, revealing just how long he's gone without recharge*
Chromia: *optics aren't as expressive as those of his make, but still, just by the fact that they just got a lot brighter at the same time as her lips went into a thin line...*
Ironhide: *attention going back to Mira, whose squeaks are getting louder and louder* *soft rumbles as he gently rubs the little femme's back with a finger*
Chromia: *reaches to take the little scrap of metal and attitude* Give me that, and take care of yourself.
Mira: *surprised squeak*
Ironhide: *protests!*
Chromia: *fist of her free hand curls in silent warning*
Ironhide: *cringes away slightly, doesn't want Mira getting ideas*
Chromia: *is tiny compared to this mountain of an Ironhide, but he's sitting down! Belts him a good stiff uppercut right in the chin with her left hand as the right scoops the bittybot out of his grasp*
Ironhide: *startled blurt, topples back due to shock*
Mira: *squeak squeak squeak!!!*
Lumen: *blink blink* 0_0
Chromia: *gives her free hand to the little one as she cradles her. Whitish optics still focused on Ironhide as she waits to see if she's gotten the message into his thick processor yet*
Ironhide: *stuck in a bit of a processor loop as he goes over what the heck just happened* *blink blink* .... *and then he sees the scorch marks on the ceiling... Soft snort, moves to try and sit up*
Lumen: *quick to sit on Ironhide's chest!*
Chromia: *speaks as she hasn't spoken for many years* Ironhide, so help me...
Ironhide: 0_0 *lays back down. Lumen's not quite big enough yet to do more than be a nuisance, but still...*
Chromia: *to Lumen* Has he charged?
Lumen: *nods* He's been checking energon before letting Mira and me have any....
Chromia: *looks at Ironhide, frowning* So what's he need now? He still looks run down.
Lumen: *quieter* Maybe recharge?
Chromia: ...That's not the same as refueling?
Lumen: *headshake* It's when we go into a low power mode and defrag....
Chromia: *kicks Ironhide* Figures... you're fragged in the head.
Ironhide: *winces at the kick* *very soft rumble of amusement at that familiar amused/ticked at him tone* *quietly* Yet you seem fond of me anyways....
Chromia: *freezes, air sucking into her intakes with a gasp as her mouth falls open with surprise*
Lumen: *blinks and wonders to himself at Chromia's expression*
Mira: *preoccupied with studying Chromia's fingers*
Chromia: *finds she's shaking a bit* *quietly* Just defrag, Ironhide. *turns and walks away to resume her study of their surroundings*
Ironhide: *very soft sigh as he powers down to recharge, trusting Lumen to wake him if there's an alarm*
Chromia: *crying silently as she patrols. Absently holds Mira close*
Mira: *squeaks and clicks for a little while before she makes a snuggling motion in Chromia's hand*
Chromia: *remembers the little thing and looks down at her* You alright?
Mira: *has a contentedly sleepy expression on her face*
Chromia: *quirks a slight grin, and then wibbles and looks into the locker she'd just opened. Brow quirk at what she sees there, and then takes the three foot long soft stuffed crocodile out of the top compartment of the locker and studies it and its tag* ...IKEA?
Mira: *sleepy blink*
Chromia: *absently tucks the soft thing under the fingers of the hand holding the tinybot, and then checks in the compartment for anything else that might be there*
locker: *also has soft tarps*
Chromia: *looks into the lower section of the locker and notices those. Pulls on the corner of one and examines it, but then puts it back and turns to the next locker. Has forgotten the soft green creature replica*
Mira: *reaching for the soft thing, is curious about it*
crocodile: *is very soft!*
Mira: *happy little sound, tries to tug the soft thing closer*
Chromia: *starts and looks down from her contemplation of some scented substance in a spray can* Huh? Oh. You want that?
Mira: *tug tug tug, squeaks as she topples back against Chromia's chest*
Chromia: *sets the can down and swiftly but gently wraps the soft thing around the tiny femme, then once more holds the bundle close to her chest* Better?
Mira: *happy little sounds as she 'talks' to the soft thing's face, which is right where she can see it*
Chromia: *slight quirk of a grin, resumes her patrol*
Mira: *settling down for a nap now, is still 'talking' to the soft thing*
Chromia: *stiffens and glances over her shoulder as she catches a soft swishing sound, then frowns a bit as she sees a little white femme talking to the blue kid*
Panacea: *unloading boxes from subspace and glancing over at the Chromia* What's got her aft in a twist?
Lumen: She's trying to find a way back to where she came from... *getting up to see what all is in the boxes Panacea's unloading*
Panacea: *snorts and takes out a disk with a button on it, then pulls out another gadget and points it at the pale blue femme. Scowls at what the screen tells her* ...She hasn't got a hope of getting back there.
Lumen: *puzzled* What do you mean?
Panacea: She's got no reality coordinates. *presses another button* ...And neither do you.
Lumen: ... *blink blink* I don't? *ditziness is entirely due to age in this case, Panacea... Unlike a certain other Lumen of this tech*
Panacea: *acid gone from her voice* Nope. *puts away the coordinate reader* Sorry, kid.
Lumen: *so confused* Why not?
Panacea: *quietly* What's the last thing you remember before you got here?
Lumen: *quietly, doorwings drooping* Mentor trying to shield Mira and me from an explosion... Our home got attacked....
Panacea: *battle mask moves slightly without sound, but then she speaks. Gently* Yeah. For whatever reason you've been written out of that story. You won't be able to go back.
Lumen: ... *quieter* Oh....
Panacea: *turns to a box and roots through it, then comes up with an oversized, stuffed vinyl turbofox in metallic green. Offers it to him*
Lumen: *surprised, will thank Panacea as he accepts the offered toy* *very soft clicks as he studies it*
Panacea: You won't be able to stay here. *fiddles with the disk, then takes out a second one and fiddles with it too* When your mentor wakes up have him and Chromia press the buttons on these while touching you and the sparklet. Then go into the Black Dog and tell the bar tender you need the safe house.
Lumen: *small nod* Alright.... *a bit distracted by the turbofox, but did get the main points*
Panacea: These boxes have got mineral supplements for the sparklet. And these are for you. Blankets in those four.
Lumen: *blinks and looks up* Blankets?
Panacea: *sharp look upward* You know what tarps are?
Lumen: *nods... and then he's got a look of realization* Are blankets a different type of tarp then?
Panacea: Yeah. But they're meant to cover yourself up with when you sleep, or to hold onto when you're feeling upset.
Lumen: *small nod* Alright... *will move to get one out to cover Ironhide with*
Panacea: *moves her battlemask as her optics twinkle just a bit. And then she's turning to go and try to get Chromia to let her see the little bit*
Chromia: *NOT happening!*
Mira: *sleeeeepy and happy little purrs, has her optics shuttered and a little smile on her face*
Panacea: Look, I'm a medic. The medic that put your cantankerous aft back together. I just want to put this booster on that sparklet so she can put more of her energy into spark development.
Chromia: *scoowwwwls, but sets the crocodile wrapped little bit down*
Panacea: *gently smooths the tiny head* Well, I see I didn't need to bring that second doll. That's alright.
Mira: *soft little questioning squeak*
Panacea: Shhh. *gently applies a light sedation code to the little sparklet's systems*
Mira: *out like a light*
Chromia: *deep frown as she hunkers and watches*
Panacea: *ignores the frown as she swiftly connects the booster to Mira's tiny systems* There we go. *applies the antidote and steps back*
Mira: *awake! And yawning... Was gonna have a nap.... Squeak?*
Chromia: Shhh, little one. *wraps the soft doll around her again and lifts her up to once more hold her close* That will take care of her now?
Mira: *snuggles and purrs happily*
Panacea: All she needs now is a lot of rest and adults she can trust and imprint on. *looks over toward Ironhide*
Ironhide: *looks a bit funny covered by the blanket, but is resting peacefully for once*
Lumen: *is that lump under another blanket that's snuggled against Ironhide*
Panacea: *snorts and writes down the directions she gave to Lumen on a scrap of paper she grabs off the floor, then hands it to Chromia and PINpoints home with the unneeded doll, which she'll donate to the factory where she and Rodimus adopted Chase*
Chromia: *scans the flimsy, and then subspaces it before checking on the two sleeping mechs and resuming her reconnaissance*
((written with random_xtras))