Nexus and sv, Black Dog and Autobot Base, Words of Warning
Sideswipe: *eyeing what another human at the tables up on the bar has ordered, and debating about getting that as well*
Nemesis: *finishes serving a bot down the bar, comes over to check the organics* What's yours?
Sideswipe: Er... I'll have what she's having. *nods in the human's direction, blinks when he gets a friendly nod in return*
Nemesis: Grilled eel temaki and yellowtail nigiri, with a side order of edamame?
Sideswipe: *Nods, even though he has NO idea what any of it really is*
Nemesis: *nods and then vanishes with a slight flash of light before returning a few moments later with the order, which she sets on the table nearest to Sideswipe*
Hormah: *sitting near that table, busy scanning a human sized glass of water that's sitting in front of her as she absently eats a Cybertron Sunrise*
Sideswipe: *Thanks Nemesis, and quickly glances at the human whose order he copied, before starting in on the edamame. After a few minutes of popping the soybean pods and eating the beans, he decides to start in on the main part of his order*
Nemesis: *yelling without anger at her sparklet for jumping up on the bar and slurping that brawny Decepticon's face*
Sideswipe: *looks up, distracted for a moment from his meal, which is nearly finished, aside from a few things still on his plate* ?
Pooka: *yipping and yammering as he wags his tail and grins at his Mama*
Nemesis: *lifts him off the bar, growls at the 'Con, and then goes to mix the next drink order*
Sideswipe: *chuckles and returns his attention to the pile of pinkish stuff and the glob of green stuff on his plate, trying to decide which one to taste first, before deciding on the green stuff. Moments later, he's coughing and reaching for the nearest glass of water*
Hormah: *distracted by Pooka's antics, looking away from the glass in front of her*
Sideswipe: *grabs the glass from in front of Hormah, and without stopping to think of a reason why that might be a Bad Idea, takes a drink*
Hormah: *looks down at the motion in front of her* Ahhhh, no! *grabs for the glass... too late!*
two little black and red mechs: *Blink blink, grin identical grins as they look at Sideswipe* Daddy! *and now Sideswipe has two youngbots clinging to him*
Hormah: *hand over face as she mutters at Primus*
Nemesis: *looking over there* ....
Sideswipe: ... *would facepalm, but his arms are currently pinned by the little ones*
Hormah: *takes the empty glass and looks at it, then gives it back to Nemesis, who drops it into the recycler* Well now ye've gone 'n done it.
Sideswipe: *sheepish grin*
Hormah: Don't pull t'at slag, b'y. *yeah, she just taught the kids their first cuss*
one of the little mechs: Slag! :D
Sideswipe: ... Ratchet's going to kill me anyways...
Hormah: *gives him a weary look* Go home.
Sideswipe: *clicks to the kids, before working one arm free and getting out the borrowed PINpoint*
Hormah: *glances at Den*
Den: ... at least he didn't try to eat all the gari and THEN the wasabi.
Hormah: *facepalms and deedles* Go home.
Den: You know I'm right. *pays her bill and Sideswipe's, before heading home*
Hormah: *looks at Sideswipe and his new twins*
Sideswipe: We're going... we're going... *PINpoints home*
Ironfist: *just jumping down from the monitor after talking to Alpha Trion, her expression grave*
Sideswipe: ... What'd we miss?
Ironfist: I have to report something to Optimus. *stops and looks at the little mechs* Hello....
little mechs: *headtilt, look at one another, before one of them smiles* Hello...
Ironfist: *looks at Sideswipe with a brow arched*
Sideswipe: I... kinda did a dumb...
Stiletto: *from up in the rafters* Fountain or couch?
Ratchet: *grumbling to himself as he enters the living room*
Ironfist: *turns her head to look at him* We have trouble, Ratchet.
Ratchet: ... what kind of trouble?
Sideswipe: *Ducking as well as he can*
Stiletto: *moving to climb down so she can teach her new cousins more vocabulary, has a hunch regarding their origins*
Ironfist: Sentinel Prime has vanished. After swearing to deal with Optimus and the Decepticons.
Ratchet: ... *lets rip with an impressive string of cursing*
Stiletto: *misses a step on the ladder and lands on her butt, eyes wide*
twins: *GLEEE*
Sideswipe: ... That misclocked... *realizes it's a moot point now to censor himself* glitch-rat is after Optimus?
Ironfist: Ultra Magnus thinks so. Erm... Ratchet?
Ratchet: *scowl* What?
Ironfist: *nods to the twins*
Sideswipe: *Winces at the LOOK he gets from Ratchet*
Stiletto: *getting up* You never did answer my question, Uncle Sides... Couch or fountain?
Sideswipe: ... it was water in a glass... but I think it might've been from the fountain...
Ironfist: *frowns, clueless, but looks at Ratchet*
Ratchet: *Grumbling* Great... there's more kids around to worry about... *though it should be noted that his grumbling is more of the concerned kind than the frustrated kind*
Stiletto: *sees Ironfist's look, sighs a bit* I'll explain it as well as I can... *begins explaining about the Nexus and LOLs, including the fountain that she and Ace came from, and the couch that created Nightside from Sideswipe's and Nightwish's spark codes*
Ironfist: *concerned, but focused on what she sees as the larger problem* *nods* Thank you, Stiletto. *turns back to Ratchet* We need to tell Optimus.
Ratchet: *nods* Especially since Sentinel knows where to find us. *scowl, worried medic is worried*
Ironfist: Do you want to do it? I haven't got a phone yet.
Ratchet: *nods, sighing a bit and wishing that for once, things could just be SIMPLE*
Stiletto: *has phone out and is pushing the speed dial number for Optimus' phone, before offering the phone to Ironfist*
Ironfist: *looks at it and gives it to Ratchet*
Ratchet: *Sighs and is soon discussing the situation with Optimus, expression grim*
Ironfist: *looks at Sideswipe* Shouldn't you be calling Nightwish?
Sideswipe: *nods and moves to guide the twins over to a quieter corner so he can call his mate*
Nightwish: //Nightwish here.//
Sideswipe: //We've got a couple of problems here... Sentinel Slime's missing, and I got LOL'd again...//
Nightwish: //LOL'd again? What happened this time?//
Sideswipe: //I drank from the wrong water glass... and now I've got two little mechs with me... They've already learned to cuss... and they've only been online for about ten minutes...//
Nightwish: //...More sons?//
Sideswipe: //Yeah... I have no clue what they're named though...//
Nightwish: //I'm getting on the bus now. Someone else will have to get the last things on the grocery list.//
Sideswipe: //Stella's here... so we can send her out for what's left to get...//
Nightwish: //Alright.//
Ironfist: *waits till Ratchet hangs up* Well?
Ratchet: He's on his way back here now... and he's going to call a meeting so everyone can get informed of the situation.
Ironfist: Does he think there's danger? Sentinel Prime is well known for his aversion to organic worlds.
Ratchet: Sentinel Prime hates Optimus.
Ironfist: That much?
Ratchet: It's a possibility.
Ironfist: *grim*
Stiletto: *firmly* He won't succeed in hurting Optimus... if only because he's too dumb to do so.
Nightwish: Hurting Optimus? *dropping bags as she comes in*
Stiletto: Sentinel.
Nightwish: Let him try. *expression is a little frightening in its calm blankness*
Ratchet: We don't even know where he is. *slight scowl*
Nightwish: *sees mate and walks over to him* If he comes after Optimus we will. *still calm as she contemplates the two tiny bots next to Sideswipe*
Ironfist: Nightwish, don't forget. You are as organic as the rest of us.
Nightwish: I know.
Sideswipe: *clicking to the two little bots and trying to teach them words to use instead of cussing*
Little mech 1: *headtilt, trying to repeat Daddy, blinks and gives Nightwish a confused look*
Nightwish: They're bots. *picks up the nearest one by an arm to look at him more closely*
Little mech 2: *Squeal, wiggle, fuss!*
Sideswipe: Ack! *working to keep the fussing twin calm before his brother joins in on the fussing*
Nightwish: *quick glance at Sideswipe* What's wrong with him?
Sideswipe: he doesn't like being held by just his arm... *moving to attempt to guide Nightwish's hands so she's holding the little mech correctly*
Nightwish: *lets her hands be moved, frowning slightly at her mistake as she offers the little one a slight cuddle. She knows that cuddles work to make Sideswipe happy....*
little mech: *fussing ceases as he cuddles and lets out a happy and curious chirrup*
Sideswipe: *clicks as he picks up the other little mech*
Stiletto: Do they have names yet, Uncle Sides?
Nightwish: *lifts her brows and looks at her mate* They're like Sharpshot and Showtime's sparklets.
Sideswipe: I think they are sparklets, Nightwish...
Prowl: *comes in* We just got our cookie delivery. *looks at Sideswipe and Nightwish, and then at Ratchet and Ironfist*
Ratchet: *frown* Great... and we probably can't even enjoy the cookies right now... *sigh* And Sideswipe got himself LOL'd again...
Prowl: *offers him a Twinkie*
Ratchet: ... *raised eyebrow*
Ironfist: *eyebrow* That's not a cookie.
Prowl: Taste it. *then offers Ratchet what looks something like a smoked turkey leg* *to Ironfist* It's similar.
Ratchet: *Takes a hesitant bite*
Stiletto: *curious now, and sniffing the air a bit, hoping for a hint of scent*
Prowl: There are cans of 'pot roast' as well as several packages of this. And boxes of chocolate chip cookies, frosted brownies, and a very large jar of canned 'spaghetti beans'. *raises one eyebrow*
Ironfist: *frowning and thinking that there are more important things to be thinking of!*
Stiletto: *Grin, goes to investigate*
Ratchet: *offers Ironfist a bite* We've got to wait for everyone to get back before we can talk anyways... might as well get some lunch.
Ironfist: *bite* *blinks at the crunchy skin and the tender and flavorful flesh inside* I like this. What is it?
Ratchet: *Glances at Prowl to see if the other man knows*
Prowl: The wrapper said 'dinochicken'.
Jazz: *Grin. Has just come home* There 'nough left f'r me?
Ironfist: *looks at her mate, who has yet to turn his nose up at anything he's been told is food* ...I'll get you some. *turns and goes*
Ratchet: At least we know this IS food this time... *thinking of the little pie-shaped candle, and wondering out loud why humans make inedible items smell and look like edible items*
Jazz: XP
Nightwish: *uncertainly, from where she and Sideswipe are looking at the new twins* They don't look happy. Do we need to lay down and cuddle them?
Sideswipe: ... Oh slag... Um.... do we still have cans of pasgetti or some oil? I think they're probably hungry... *looking sheepish*
twin 1: *fussing again, even though he's being held properly*
twin 2: *fussing as well, because he's hungry, and because his brother is fussing*
Prowl: *returns, carrying a container of oil* Of course we do.
Nightwish: *gives him a blank look as he offers it to her. She has no idea what to do here*
Sideswipe: *clicking to the twins, and trying to get them to calm down*
Stiletto: Here... *moves to open the jar, which gets the attention of the twins*
twins: *clicking excitedly as they catch scent of the oil*
Nightwish: *turns the sparklet she's holding so that he can reach the jar*
Prowl: *gentle hand to keep small hands away from it*
Nightwish: *frowns at him*
Twin 1: *clicks and fusses*
Prowl: They're too young to feed themselves. You have to hold the container for them. *holds up a second jar for Sideswipe*
Sideswipe: *small nod as he takes the jar and moves to carefully feed the sparklet he's holding*
twin 2: *happy noises as he takes in oil*
Nightwish: *nearly drops a suddenly slippery jar* You little mudflap....
twin 1: *squeal* Mudflap! *giggle*
Nightwish: *wiping the jar on her dress before offering him the oil again*
twin 1: *Happy noises*
Nightwish: *cuddles him and feeds him*
Later, after everyone else has returned...
First Aid: *sitting by Optimus on the couch, feeling like the living room is empty with all the youngsters in the Aerialbots' room*
Ironfist: *standing at loose parade rest by the couch, a grave look on her face*
Optimus: *grim expression on his face* *quietly* Have there been any updates regarding Sentinel Prime's location?
Ironfist: *glances at Jazz as she reports* Nothing, sir. He's vanished.
Jazz: He ain't on Earth yet... 'Cordin' t' th' cats on the racin' scene, at least...
Bumblebee: *propped up in his bed and listening with a worried frown as he holds Sari's hand*
Sari: *sitting on the edge of Bumblebee's bed* *quietly* Have you told Captain Fanzone, Optimus?
Optimus: He... had words to say about that...
Showtime: Did Captain Fanzone say anything else? *worried expression, even as Blurr gently rubs her back*
Optimus: *nods* He said he'd talk to someone he knows with the Department of Defense... and see if there wasn't a way to get a satellite to keep watch out for Sentinel...
Hound: *soberly, from where he's sitting with an arm around his mate* They can do that?
Fixer: *slaps him in the back of the head* No, Optimus is just saying it because he likes the sound of his voice.
Hound: >_<
Sharpshot: *Scowl*
Prowl: *crouched up on arm of the the usual couch, a frown on his face* And if he's already on Earth?
First Aid: *frowns at the thought* But wouldn't we have heard from him already?
Ironfist: He's not known for subtlety.
Bumblebee: *very slight snerk despite his concern* Hooboy, you can say that again.
Sharpshot: Mech couldn't be stealthy if his spark depended on it.
Optimus: Jazz... you said the racing circuit's keeping an eye out... just how reliable are they?
Jazz: One'a 'em has connections t' Kathy... 'n gave their word th't they'd call th' connections th' moment Sentinel Prime was spotted, 'f he's anywhere in th' city.
Sari: *wondering why Bumblebee is smirking*
Jazz: *grinning and giving 'Bee a knowing look*
Blurr: *concerned frown* Though they may be a reliable source, they are neutral in the matter.... and most Neutral entities require a form of remuneration in exchange for their assistance.... what form of remuneration was provided for such an ally?
Bumblebee: *smirk vanishes and he's suddenly innocently concentrating on wriggling his fingers around Sari's hand and pretending to glee over being able to do so*
Jazz: *innocent as he moves to cuddle Ironfist*
Ironfist: *gives him a knowing look*
Skywarp: *from where she's hiding against her mate* Remuneration?
Optimus: *pinching the bridge of his nose* Payment of some kind...
Ratchet: *giving Jazz and 'Bee a Look*
Arcee: *rubbing Ratchet's back*
Skywarp: Oh... Well, we have credit. *looks up at Sunstreaker* Right?
Sunstreaker: That's not what Jazz had in mind. *Smirk*
Skywarp: *confused and scared by it. Shivers and hides against Sunstreaker again*
First Aid: What do you mean, Jazz?
Jazz: *Glaring daggers at Sunstreaker, before sighing and knowing he's been called out* I... kinna promised th' gal a race against one'a th' 'bots... *quieter* 'r two...
Ironfist: And will this be a legal race, Jazz? *looking at him narrowly*
Bumblebee: Of course! I learned my lesson with Master Blaster! um... oops
Sari: *looks at him with surprise*
Jazz: *nods* 'course. Race track 'n all. *in other words, 'nope'*
Optimus: ...
Ironfist: With all due respect, Optimus, sir....
First Aid: *softly* No. You can't do that, Jazz, Bumblebee.
Bumblebee: D:
Jazz: Not even 'f we stick t' th' track? *pouting*
First Aid: *gentle firmness* Bumblebee isn't going to be up to racing for a long time yet. And we can't do anything illegal. You know that, Jazz.
Optimus: Not to mention... we don't even know who you spoke with. *stern look*
Jazz: *sheepish grin* Th' EMT's girl...
Sari: ...You mean that guy with the long hair? Josh hasn't got a girl.
Jazz: *nod nod* 'e mentioned his girl raced 'n would be willin' t' wait 'till 'Bee is race ready....
First Aid: *quietly, before Ratchet can speak* But that could be years.
Sari: *gently giving Bumblebee the stink eye*
Bumblebee: *trying hard for cute*
Jazz: *sigh*
Ironfist: If we do everything legally I would race.
Jazz: ... O_O
Optimus: ....
Ratchet: ... *facepalming and muttering something about crazy youngbots*
Ironfist: *looks at her senior Prime* Optimus?
Optimus: ... *sigh* Alright... as long as everything is done legally.
Jazz: *internal GLEEFIT at the idea of racing against both the human racer, and against his mate*
Ironfist: *never takes her eyes from Optimus as she sharply elbows her mate in the ribs, forgetting both that she can no longer accurately gage his responses to things and that his ribs are softer than his plating usually is*
Jazz: Ack! >.<
Hound: *sympathy wince*
Sharpshot: *raised brow, headshake*
Fixer: *silent snigger*
WJ: *winces*
Optimus: *another sigh* Alright... We've got help from Captain Fanzone... but, we're also going to need to keep a close watch over things on our own... Prowl, Stiletto, Ironfist, Jazz... the sooner we can find a way to get everyone back to normal, the better...
Nightwish: *frowning deeply as she isn't named as one on guard duty*
Ironfist: *sitting at attention* Yes, sir.
Prowl: *looking up at his protege where she's lurking in the rafters* Of course....
Sideswipe: *glancing back towards the hallway leading to where the other youngsters are*
Stiletto: *not even going to ask how Optimus knew she was up there, will climb down with the ladder*
Sunstreaker: ...*amused smirk, snuggles Skywarp*
Jazz: *nods* You c'n count on me, Optimus.
Stiletto: *moving to stand by her mentor, nods to Optimus*
Optimus: Nightwish, Sharpshot, Fixer, Showtime, Arcee, First Aid... If Sentinel comes... don't try to fight, just focus on getting the kids out of here safely.
Nightwish: *stony silence*
Sideswipe: *noise of protest*
Fixer: Whatever. *slaps Hound*
Hound: *yelp!*
First Aid: Yes, Optimus.
Sharpshot: *narrows her eyes and nods*
Showtime: Yes, sir.
Arcee: *nods*
Bumblebee: What about everybody else?
Sari: *nodding, wondering this too*
Optimus: Get to Sumdac Tower as quickly as you can... if you have to call the hospital to get transportation, do it.
WJ: ... but shouldn't we also be trying to figure out how to get ourselves back to normal so we have a fighting chance in case the Slime isn't just after you, Boss-bot?
Fixer: No #$#$%$#, Sherlock.
First Aid: *look of gentle protest at Fixer's language toward the young medic*
WJ: *gives Fixer a "Is that all?" look*
Fixer: *gives him a mild stink eye. She's always lenient to kids*
Ratchet: We're gonna need help though. Someone who has scanners... and isn't afraid to come to an organic world....
Fixer: *shifts the look to Ratchet* Who're you thinking of?
Ratchet: Perceptor.... possibly Wheeljack, if he hasn't blown himself up again...
Fixer: *scratches her nose* Hasn't he learned better ways to test how much slagging stress something can take yet?
Sunstreaker: He might've, since he's got a mate who freaks at the drop of a helmet... *small smirk*
Sideswipe: *distracted, is more concerned with debating whether to go check on the kids again*
Fixer: *blinks* You know Wheeljack's mate?
Sunstreaker: *nods* One of the femmes from Sides' and my Academy class... Femme named Bluestreak.
Fixer: From your class.
Sunstreaker: Blue's not like Sides and me... she likes the quiet kinda jobs... brainless stuff. *nod nod*
Fixer: From your class.
Hound: *ducking and covering*
Sharpshot: *blink, puzzled by her mate's actions as he lays over her protectively*
Sunstreaker: She's also about... *tilting his head as he does the math* Three earth years younger than Sides and me...
Ratchet: ...
Fixer: *very quietly* I am going to knock that stupid slagging glitch headed @#$#@$#@ $#%#$#@'s head off. *then pounds her fist on the spot on the back of the couch where Hound had been sitting*
Ratchet: You two graduated from the academy around... *names the date* ... She's just barely old enough to be considered an adult by normal standards.
Sideswipe: *blink blink* ... I missed something?
Fixer: *going to get on the computer and yell now*
Hound: *still ducked and covered, his eyes squeezed shut*
Sharpshot: *shrinking down and trying to hide against Hound*
Sunstreaker: Blue volunteered for a project... and she seemed happy enough when Sides and I saw her last. *shrug*
Sunstreaker: Plus... Blue's a sharpshooter... she's got scary good aim...
First Aid: But she is an adult. And a mother.
Nightwish: *watching Fixer give Wheeljack a piece of her mind, then goes over and abruptly yanks the older woman down from the step she was standing on and smacks her carefully upside the head* You're disrupting the meeting.
Fixer: *really mad now, dead silent*
Ironfist: 0_0....
Hound: *trying to get himself and Sharpshot behind the couch*
Sharpshot: *knows when to abandon ship, going to drag Hound to where the kids are, liek NAO PLZ*
Jazz: *moving to usher everyone back NOW*
Optimus: ... *moving to try to keep the peace* Fixer, Nightwish, stand down.
Fixer: *glowering holes into the other woman*
Nightwish: *impassively standing her ground*
Hound: *calls back* Optimus, don't get between them! *is yanked into the kids' room*
Sharpshot: *Shutting the door and sitting down against it so it STAYS closed*
Optimus: *paying Hound's warning no mind as he moves to get between the women* I said stand down!
Fixer: *gives him an annoyed glare and smacks him, then gets even more annoyed when that doesn't move the tall young man*
Optimus: O_O *now has a very lovely fist print on his face*
Nightwish: *reaches out and lifts Optimus, then sets him aside*
both femmes: *then look at each other again*
Fixer: *starts laughing and cusses Nightwish out royally, then jumps back up on the step* Wheeljack, get your aft to Earth, now.
Ratchet: .... *facepalming*
Wheeljack: O_O //Y-Yes, Fixer.// *shutting off the connection, kthx*
Fixer: *scowls, then perks as the screen lights again and starts arguing with her brother*
Nightwish: *looks at Ratchet* The Prime is damaged.
Ratchet: *Sigh* I'll go get an ice pack... *heads off to do so*
Nightwish: *looks at Fixer, looks at the empty room, and then goes to see what her mate and his creations are doing*
Optimus: *dazed and brainbroken* ...Sentinel's going to have his work done for him before he ever gets here....
((Co-written with random_xtras))