sv and another reality, Detroit and Peru, New Troubles...
Moonracer: *comes running out into the living room, dancing on her little bare human feet as she laughs*
Starburst: *fuzzy little white head peeking out of her T-shirt neckline* :p
TM: *following and watching where he puts his feet*
Stiletto: *Watching from her usual spot in the rafters*
Moonracer: *spins and laughs some more, but then startles and gives a cry as something blows up with a prodigious bang somewhere over on the edge of town. The world ripples around them nauseatingly*
TM: *Startled, moves to make sure Moonracer is alright*
Moonracer: *shoots up and headbutts him right in the nose with her helmet*
TM: Gah! *startles more and lands on his skidplate*
Stiletto: *hanging onto the rafter she's perched on, and looking very queasy*
Moonracer: *gasping and crying, unaware that the white ferret kit is now hiding under the couch and making little scared sounds or that she herself is no longer organic*
Ratchet: *comes barrelling out of the repair lab, cursing at Wheeljack even as he transforms and roars away from the plant*
TM: *clicks and moves to carefully pull Moonracer close* Shhhh, it's okay...
Moonracer: *holding onto him and shaking* Torky... what happened?
TM: I don't know... just that something blew up, sounds like... and that you kinda caught me with your helm on accident... *gently nuzzles said helm*
Stiletto: *cycling air and trying to get in touch with Prowl and her cousins to see if they were changed back as well*
Prowl: //Shhh. We're alright, Stiletto. But I think you're going to have a new sister by tonight.//
First Aid: *zooms into the base, Skywarp on a borrowed trailer behind her. Swiftly transforms and directs Sunstreaker to bring his wincing and trembling mate into the repair lab*
Moonracer: *watches this with wide optics*
Stiletto: *watching and quietly praying*
Sunstreaker: *Trying his best to stay calm*
TM: *quiet clicks* *gently* C'mon... let's go lay down for a bit... alright? *is also scanning to see if he can't locate Starburst*
Moonracer: *hand to her chest* Oh! Starburst? Where...? *getting more distressed*
Starburst: *hidin' little ferret!*
TM: *clicks and nods towards the couch, before getting out the little container of cheerios that usually works to lure the little ferret out of hiding*
Moonracer: Ohhh. *leaning on her hands as she watches*
Starburst: *Torky! Torky makes everything better. Here he comes, pipping softly*
TM: *shakes the container a little* C'mon, Starburst... let's go lay down... *holding out his hand to the little ferret*
Starburst: *here he comes! Ohhhhh, too little to climb, but he sure tries!*
TM: *Gently* Maybe you should try, Moonracer...
Moonracer: ...Try?
TM: *Gently takes Moonracer's hand and sets it down near Starburst, in the hope that the ferret will be able to climb onto the femme's hand easier than his own*
Moonracer: Ohhh. *reaches over and grabs a jacket someone left on the couch, then puts it down, gets it full of little ferret, and then gently bundles it into a nest for him*
Starburst: *Sighs and chooks softly*
TM: ... Why didn't I think of that? *gentle smile as he moves to help his mate stand*
Moonracer: *wobbly, she leans on him and shutters her optics, carefully holding Starburst's nest close* I... hope we're okay.
TM: I'll ask Fixer or Ratchet or First Aid to come check on you later, if that's okay?
Moonracer: *looks at him* You're okay? *gentle worry as she's lead to Torque's guest room*
TM: I've been hurt worse in bar brawls. *grins*
Moonracer: *relieved smile as the door shuts*
Across town
Optimus: *sitting on the ground and trying to keep his tank from protesting too badly*
Fixer: *sulfurous cursing just over there under that pile of rubble. She just chased off an offer of getting her out*
Fanzone: *blinking and thinking that this is why he hates machines as he bangs on the side of his head to try and get his ears to stop ringing*
Bluestreak: *rambling and trying to comfort an upset Solar Flare while also trying to get her processor to stop spinning*
Wheeljack: *trying to figure out just what blew up and why*
Bumblebee: *wasn't there before the boom. Is now, but... is wearing a Decepticon badge?* 0_0
Optimus: *lifts his head to look for the others, pauses when he sees Bumblebee* ...
Fanzone: *from over on the other side of a rubble pile* Megatron!
Fixer: #$#@$#@!!
Wheeljack: *huhwhat? Workfigure*
Bluestreak: *reacts by moving Solar Flare closer to Optimus and getting her gun out, before hurrying to see what Fanzone is talking about*
Bumblebee: *sees the grey femme and where she's going. Gives a wail and scrambles to his feet, throwing himself over what does indeed look like a Megatron head* NO! Don't hurt him, you slagging Autobot!
Fixer: *forces herself out of her tomb with a surge of power and cursing*
Optimus: *getting to his feet*
Bluestreak: ... *Blink blink*
Fanzone: *staring with wide eyes*
Bumblebee: *trying to get his stingers to engage, but they keep fizzing out. There is a desperate and determined look on his face*
Optimus: ...*hesitantly* Bumblebee?
Bumblebee: Stay back. *angry but shaking with terror*
Bluestreak: ... *wondering if she should try knocking this guy out or what*
Bumblebee: *optics flicker and he winces* Ughh....
Optimus: *slowly moves forward, reaching to gently touch Bumblebee's shoulder* Hey....
Ratchet: *comes up just in time to see Optimus and ...Bumblebee? vanish in a flash of light* *gaping* ...What the-
Elsewhere
Bumblebee: *dizzily clinging to Megatron's head and whimpering*
Optimus: *blinking and trying to make sense of what's happened in the last five minutes*
*there's a sound of footsteps in the dripping tunnel, and then a bot comes into sight... a burly tan and navy-colored mech with a helmet like a cowboy hat*
mech: Slag! *flails slightly* What did you do to Megatron?? *gun aimed at Optimus*
Optimus: *blink blink* Torque Minor? What's going on here?
Torque: *startled, but giving him a really dirty look* You alright, little guy?
Bumblebee: *can only hug Megatron's head and shake*
Optimus: ...*starting to suspect what happened, lets out a soft groan* Great... First Wheeljack's invention blows up... then I get pulled into another reality... Can this day get any worse?
Megatron: *groans softly as one optic comes online, and then he blinks* ...Optimus? What happened to you?
Optimus: *Startles and can only give Megatron's head a O_O look*
Megatron: Wait... you're not the bot that I met in the dream, are you?
Bumblebee: *blinks and unshutters his optics* ...You're an Optimus?
Optimus: Dream? *blink blink*
Megatron: *voice weak and raspy* From... what I understand it's an interdimensional nexus.
Bumblebee: And the Optimus there is fuzzy. *very faint curiosity past his pain and weakness*
Optimus: ... *cycling air quietly* Is his Prowl missing from their reality of origin?
Megatron: I do not know.
Bumblebee: He's got a medic from his reality that has horns.
Torque: Megatron, sir... speaking of medics, we should get you to Deepdancer.
Megatron: *notices him* Torque... but Tau was destroyed....
Torque: And we got away. *grim expression* Welcome to Earth, sir.
Optimus: ...*quietly* The next time you're in that Nexus... if you see the fuzzy Optimus... let him know that his Prowl is safe...
Megatron: *quietly* I will endeavour to do so. *looks at Torque, the light in his optic fading* This Autobot... is... a friend. *stasis*
Torque: *doubtful look to Optimus, but he trusts his leader. Offers the other mech a hand up*
Optimus: *gets to his feet, is still a bit unsteady*
Torque: Looks like you need to see Fixer, too. You want to grab the little guy? I'll bring Megatron. *putting his gun away*
Optimus: *nods and moves to carefully pick up Bumblebee*
Bumblebee: *still shaking, and his optics are enormous. But he leans against Optimus trustingly, more like a sparklet than a grown mech*
Optimus: *clicks quietly and holds Bumblebee*
Torque: *picks up Megatron's head and turns to carry it down the tunnel*
Optimus: *Follows Torque, holding Bumblebee carefully*
Torque: *as they walk the tunnel gets more finished looking, lined with metal so that it seems like a proper base. As they pass other bots these Transformers stop talking and stare at Optimus and at Megatron's head, their faces showing shock, dismay, and even horror. Torque speaks to them briefly and soothingly without stopping, and has soon led Optimus to an open door over to one side of what looks like a public square* Dancer? Are you busy?
Deepdancer: I'm always busy, kid. What do you want? *scarred femmebot turns away from the table she was standing beside and then gasps* Megatron! *hurrying over, scanning as she comes*
Optimus: ... *intaking air rapidly. He recognizes the femmebot's voice... and has a good guess who he's looking at on the table*
Deepdancer: *getting Megatron over on a bit of counter space and hooked up to life support as she asks Torque questions that he can't answer. Looks at Optimus* Put the little guy over there, will you?
Teal mech: *working optic flickers a bit and focuses on Optimus*
Optimus: *nods and moves to do so, glancing briefly at the mech on the table* What happened?
Torque: *looks at him funny* What do you mean?
Optimus: *As he gently sets Bumblebee down* What. Happened. to Tau?
Teal mech: *Quietly* Destroyed...
Deepdancer: *crisply* Supreme Commander Sentinel happened to Tau. Because we supported Megatron and let his people stay with us.
Optimus: ... *moves closer to the teal mech, intakes hitching slightly when he sees not only familiar features, but the Decepticon brand* And the Council?
Teal mech: *shutters his working optic* *quiet* Hasn't... been in existence for vorns...
Deepdancer: *glances over* Don't strain yourself, Viisaus.
Torque: *over by the mech's side, his expression worried*
Viisaus: *quietly* He... asked...
Optimus: ... *turns to look at Deepdancer* How long has Sentinel been around?
Deepdancer: *frowns at him quizzically* *looks at her brother* Forty vorns? No... it's been more.
Optimus: ... *guessing* So he was born in this reality earlier than the one I know...
Deepdancer: We're not sure when he was born. Back when he first came on the scene he talked about coming from the future to free Transformers from a horrible fate. And then he killed the new Magnus and the rest of Autobot Command. *gentle tentacle on the disembodied head on her counter* And then he tried killing Megatron and Blitzwing.
Torque: And Megatron took his brother and his mate and his mentor and went into hiding. Other bots that didn't like Sentinel's police state found him, and the Decepticons were born.
Optimus: ... *starting to suspect something* And... he wasn't a young mech... was he?
Deepdancer: When he came? He wasn't that old. But he was no youngling. Probably about your age.
Torque: Fixer... this is an Optimus Prime. He's from another reality.
Deepdancer: o.0
Optimus: *nods, feeling a bit ill now* It's true... Where... Where I'm from... Sentinel... was only acting Magnus... Ultra Magnus was injured by a mech named Shockwave... but he was still alive the last I knew...
Deepdancer: *slowly* Optimus Prime? The bot that Sentinel still makes speeches about as a demented madbot who destroyed everything? The bot that... he killed as soon as he came online?
Torque: Yeah, Fixer. That Optimus Prime.
Viisaus: *quietly, still awake* Then perhaps... there is hope... after all...
Optimus: ... He thinks I'm a madbot?
Deepdancer: *as Torque nods* That's what he says. That poor protoform was publicly executed before he could even speak. And his creators went with him.
Optimus: ...*knees give out as a chill passes through his spark*
Torque: *catches him* Whoa!
Deepdancer: *turns and is scanning him, her damaged face showing concern*
Optimus: *cycling air* *disbelief* He...he executed Alpha Trion?!
Viisaus: *quietly* Executed...my aft.... Alpha Trion... was murdered... *shuts down*
Deepdancer: *nods to Torque to sit Optimus down beside Viisaus, then sighs and goes to scan Bumblebee* Yes. There were no charges. Alpha and Beta's only crime was standing by their creation.
Torque: *settles the visitor where he was told to, his expression sober*
Optimus: *leaning and putting his head in his hands* Primus almighty...
Deepdancer: *turns back to him sharply* What?
Optimus: *quietly* The Sentinel from my reality... went missing recently...
Deepdancer: No, I meant what you said. *manages a frown even with only that much face*
Optimus: *ducking a bit* If... if the Sentinel here... is the one from my reality... Primus only knows how this will end...
Deepdancer: ....
Torque: *startled from silence* Wait... what?
Optimus: ... Primus... the creator of all Transformers...
Torque: *that hadn't been what startled him, but now he's double startled* Wait what?
Deepdancer: ....What makes you think he's from your reality?
Optimus: He was about the same age as me when he came into power...right?
Deepdancer: Yes....
Optimus: He claimed to be from the future... and spoke of someone not even old enough to speak as being a madbot and out to destroy Cybertron... which isn't what happened back home, for the record...
Deepdancer: He said he knew him from the future, and knew what he'd turn into. *nodding*
Torque: *standing to the side, totally lost*
Optimus: *cycling air as he explains what happened in his home reality, doing his best to not forget important details, such as the war, and what happened afterwards*
Deepdancer: *shocked to hear Megatron spoken of as an enemy to peace, but listens closely*
Optimus: *quietly* It was after Sentinel made a speech about stepping out of politics that he was discovered in a tunnel, after attempting to end his own life...
Deepdancer: *just as quietly* So it's him who has the programming glitch. I thought as much.
Optimus: ... *blink* What programming glitch?
Deepdancer: *curious look* Madness is a programming glitch.
Optimus: oh... *feeling a bit dumb now*
Deepdancer: *pat pats him. Then looks at Torque and gently flicks him on the forehead with a tentacle tip to snap him out of his confusion*
Torque: *blinks, and then turns back to the door* I better get back to my patrol.
Optimus: Wait... where on Earth are we?
Deepdancer: *working on Bumblebee a little* It's an area known as the Andes mountains. In a country called Peru.
Optimus: ... *surprised by this* Was there a problem with Detroit?
Deepdancer: *turns and gives him a puzzled look* This is where we came down, and Viisaus and the other leaders decided it was a good place to hide.
Optimus: ...oh...
Deepdancer: What's Detroit?
Optimus: A city in a country called the United States of America... it's near a country called Canada... It's where my team and I landed in our reality...
Deepdancer: Right. I think you mentioned that. *looks at the recording she made of his story*
Optimus: I'm guessing you never got to meet this reality's Professor Sumdac and his daughter, Sari?
Deepdancer: I don't think we have a Professor Sumdac. *leans on Bumblebee's table to take the weight off her bum leg*
Optimus: oh... *small frown as he compares what he knows about this reality with his own*
Deepdancer: You say he got famous after he found Megatron's head and back engineered it, right? *nods toward the head on the counter* This is Megatron's first trip to Earth.
Optimus: ...Then how did he and Bumblebee arrive at Sumdac Tower in my reality? *puzzling over this now*
Deepdancer: *shakes head slightly* I can't tell you that.
Optimus: ... *small frown, thinking* ... Maybe Wheeljack's invention opened up a rift or something...
Deepdancer: *slight, sad, almost smile* I wouldn't put it past him. *resumes her work* So Doughboy's still alive in your reality?
Optimus: ... Doughboy?
Deepdancer: Ah. *smacks self lightly in forehead* Ultra Magnus. Doughboy was his name before he succeeded the last Magnus.
Optimus: ... How did he get that name?
Deepdancer: *shrug* It's what he and Blitzwing's creator called him. But Blitzwing started out as Random, and their sister still goes by Beryl.
Megatron: *soft rumble* Beryl... she will be worried. And Lugnut... is mourning you, Deepdancer. *sleeps again*
Deepdancer: *sigh*
Optimus: ... Lugnut is one of your creators?
Deepdancer: *looks up* Lugnut and Stryka. Yes. Why?
Optimus: ... *quiet mutter of "Well, that explains a lot..."* I'm familiar with your alternate... She's... an interesting person...
Deepdancer: *has no brow plates, instead she tilts her head* Interesting, hmm? Which side is she on?
Optimus: She's an Autobot... and about the only one who can keep Sharpshot from attempting to maime people...
Deepdancer: And who's Sharpshot? *curious and interested*
Optimus: She was a femme who attended the Academy.... until she was in an accident during a training exercise... She's friends with a femme named Showtime...
Deepdancer: Members of your team?
Optimus: Sharpshot is, now. She used to be part of the team stationed on Tau in my reality... Showtime is technically part of my team... but she could also be counted as part of Blurr Prime's team...
Deepdancer: *stiffens* Blurr?
Optimus: ... yes... Is he not considered a friend here?
Deepdancer: *shakes her head slowly* He's Shockwave Prime's right hand mech.
Optimus: ...
Viisaus: *Quietly, to Deepdancer* Showtime... was the one... took her own life...
Deepdancer: *looks at him sharply* The one that used to be high in the Elite Guard Intel ranks?
Viisaus: *small nod* Told Sentinel to go slag himself...
Deepdancer: It was something about an execution?
Viisaus: Sharpshot's... Showtime... refused to kill her friend...
Deepdancer: Right. That happened just before they hit Tau. No wonder I didn't remember it. *shakes head and turns back to Optimus* And there are so many executions.
Optimus: ... I'm guessing Sharpshot got executed anyways?
Deepdancer: Likely. Though we've been out of the loop since we got here, so I can't really tell you.
Optimus: How long ago did you arrive on Earth?
Deepdancer: It's been about twelve orns. *checks on a nearby patient, and then turns and looks at one nearer the door* Oh slag, WakeJumper's waking up. *limps toward that table*
WakeJumper: *soft noise*
Deepdancer: *still coming, but calling to the little guy. Telling him to wake up and come out of the dreams*
WJ: *twitching and waking with a soft cry of distress*
Deepdancer: *finally reached his table, and now gathers the poor damaged sparklet close* Shhhh. You're safe. You're home. I have you.
WJ: *curling against Deepdancer as well as his injuries will allow, and shaking as he sobs without a sound*
Optimus: ...*sharp intake of air as he watches*
Deepdancer: Shhhhh. You're safe. I have you. *tentacles wrapped around him protectively* You're safe, mechlet, you're safe.
WJ: *slight hiccup as he snuggles against Deepdancer*
Optimus: *doesn't seem to realize his hands are starting to clench into fists* I'm... almost afraid to ask... but what happened?
Viisaus: *optic flickers back on so he can look at Optimus* *quietly* Sentinel... destroyed his home... killed his creators... when the only thing they did was choose to be Neutral...
WJ: *hides his face against Deepdancer and shivers*
Deepdancer: *cuddles him* *softly, as she turns back toward her brother and limps toward his table* Do you want to lay next to Viisaus?
WJ: *small nod*
Deepdancer: *has reached the table by now, and lays him down carefully, then looks at Optimus* You'll be hungry, I guess. *turns her head as a lanky, broad-shouldered mech with a white face and green markings on his body comes in* Thank you, Lockdown. *takes the containers from him and gives one to Optimus, before she sticks two drinking tubes in the other and gives one to WakeJumper and the other to her brother*
Optimus: *quietly thanks Deepdancer for the fuel, and then watches as Viisaus and WakeJumper both take in fuel, a pained look in his optics*
Back in Detroit
First Aid: *gives a tiny green and yellow sparklet to Sunstreaker* *softly* She's weak, but she'll be alright.
Sunstreaker: *Clicking quietly as he holds the sparklet close to his chestplating*
First Aid: *has a look at the monitor hooked up to Skywarp, who is in exhausted stasis, then looks back up at the new mech creator* I'll leave you to bond while I report to Ratchet. If you need anything please call me.
Sunstreaker: *small nod* Thanks, 'Aid... *moves to settle closer to Skywarp*
First Aid: *goes to the living room and settles on the couch as she pokes herself in the audio* //Ratchet?//
Ratchet: *responds and sounds a bit shocked* //Yes, First Aid?//
First Aid: *startled by his tone* //Are you alright?//
Ratchet: //I'm fine... but we've hit a bit of a snag... Wheeljack's machine blew up... and brought a couple of unexpected people with it...//
First Aid: //...What do you mean?//
Ratchet: //Well... according to Bluestreak and Captain Fanzone... there was someone who looked like Megatron...or at least... his head... and Bumblebee... but with the 'Con mark instead of the 'Bot one...//
First Aid: 0_0 //....//
Ratchet: //I got there in time to see Optimus and the mech that looked like Bumblebee vanish... it looked like a PINpoint flash though...//
First Aid: //Our Bumblebee is here. I can hear his stereo playing in his stasis room....// *very confused. And then it sinks in* //Oh no! Optimus!//
Ratchet: //I don't know where the other Bumblebee took him... Showtime's volunteered to search the Nexus...//
First Aid: *bites her lip* //Do you need me there, Ratchet?//
Ratchet: //What's the situation like where you are?//
First Aid: *quick check with everyone in the plant* //Everyone's either resting to get over the vertigo or else just resting.//
Ratchet: //It should be alright for you to come then.//
First Aid: //Alright. ETA fifteen minutes. First Aid out.//
Ratchet: //Ratchet out.//
And over where Ratchet and Wheeljack are working
Fanzone: I'm gonna wind up in da nuthouse before dis's all over. *sitting on a concrete block and holding his head in his hands*
Ratchet: *mutters as he sorts through shattered circuit boards* Not before I do...
Bluestreak: *rambling at an impressive speed and buzzing her doorwings as she goes*
Wheeljack: *sitting and studying a motherboard in one hand as he feeds his tiny son with the other* Yeah... that's right, Blue....
unknown shuttle: *streaks past overhead*
Ratchet: ... *watching the shuttle with concern, before he startles and pokes himself in the audio as a transmission is directed to him from the computer at the plant*
Cragbuster: //This is Autobot Cragbuster, looking for permission to land. Can anybody read me?//
Ratchet: //Autobot Ratchet here... I read you, Cragbuster...// *checking to see where it'd be safe for the mech to land, relays coordinates*
Cragbuster: *passes over again, heading toward the coordinates* //Thanks, Ratchet. Hey... I'm seeing some pretty impressive rubble down there. Is there trouble?//
Ratchet: *Gives Wheeljack a Look* //Just one of Wheeljack's inventions blowing up...//
Wheeljack: *oblivious as he talks to Solar Flare, who just cheerfully urked up all his energon*
Cragbuster: //Wheeljack? Isn't he that engineer from Cybertron Command?//
Ratchet: //He's here helping with something...//
Cragbuster: //Interesting way to help.... Do you mind if I stop there after I have Bessy set down?//
Ratchet: //Just pay attention to the local traffic... and don't drive faster than the speed limit.//
Cragbuster: //I've been on organic worlds before. I know how to play nice.//
Wheeljack: Oh hey, there's the (doowhichhicky)! *hands his son to Ratchet so he can go dig it out of that block of concrete*
Ratchet: *about to make a snarky remark about that when Solar Flare decides to urk on him* Gah! Wheeljack!!!
Wheeljack: *doesn't turn from what he's doing* Heh. Guess he likes you.
Fanzone: .... :o
Ratchet: *Glaring at Wheeljack, while Solar Flare is all happy wiggles and smiles*
Cragbuster: *curious ping, wondering what happened to his contact*
Ratchet: //*Grumblecurse* *calls Wheeljack all manner of unprintable names*//
Cragbuster: //Err. *stifled snerk* Cragbuster out.//
Wheeljack: Wow... this is really sunk deep. Good thing nobody was standin' there.
Bluestreak: *curious now, and coming over to investigate* ?
Wheeljack: *shows her just how deeply the cybernetic component is embedded in the tough concrete*
Bluestreak: *Impressed whistle* -New record for embedding stuff into other stuff-
Ratchet: *Coming over to give Bluestreak her sparklet, and to possibly clock Wheeljack one*
yellow and white van: *pulls up and lets a sleek white alien woman out of the back before it transforms*
Bluestreak: *Blink blink, moves to stand up, headtilts as she sees an unfamiliar mech... who kinda does look familiar in a way...* Huh?
Cragbuster: Hi! *grins and saunters over, the sleek scaled woman tagging after curiously* Wow... was this building whole before you started? *that voice will probably sound familiar... only younger than what everyone here's used to hearing*
Fanzone: *frowns at the newcomer and glances from him to Ratchet*
Ratchet: ... *boggling slightly at the stranger's voice*
Solar Flare: Thhhhbbbbttt! *Giggle*
Bluestreak: *headtilt the other way* ... *blink blink*
Ratchet: *Almost afraid to look, but his curiosity is getting the better of him as he turns around*
Cragbuster: *stops short as he sees the red and white mech's countenance* What the....
Fanzone: ...Same kinda protoform?
Ratchet: ... *feeling a bit brain-broken right now*
Cragbuster: *confused* You... that's not build resemblance. How....
Terrion: *asks him something in a language like crystal notes*
Cragbuster: *absent reply, still frowning at the mech who wears an older version of his face*
Fanzone: *rubbing his chin* Somet'in' yous ain't ben tellin' us, Ratchet?
Ratchet: ... *optics wide and then his knees give out on him* Oh...slag...
Solar Flare: *Delighted squeal*
Wheeljack: *turns and rises suddenly, scooping his son to safety* Hey! Ratchet, I thought you knew how ta take care of these things after delivering so.... *earlights turn dark as he catches sight of Cragbuster* Wow.
Ratchet: ... *can't find the words to say, settles for boggling at Cragbuster*
Bluestreak: *headtilts more, 'wings fluttering a bit as she tries to figure this out*
First Aid: *pulls up, transforms, and goes to her mentor* Ratchet? What's wrong? *trying to help him up*
Ratchet: *blinks, before giving Cragbuster a brief nod*
First Aid: *turns her head and just now notices his younger twin* Oh. *frowns a little and manages to get Ratchet back on his feet* I think we all need to go back to the plant and have some cookies while Ratchet and our guest find out what's happened here.
Wheeljack: *perk* That sounds like a good idea. Solar Flare hasn't urked cookie yet.
Bluestreak: *Fusses a bit at Wheeljack, her optics showing just how much she does care about her mate, even when he's being silly*
Fanzone: *facepalm* I'll git a guard fer dis place. *drags himself to his feet and wanders off muttering at his cellphone*
Ratchet: Er.... *small headshake, before he nods* And make sure the Aerialbots aren't raising Pit...
First Aid: *as Wheeljack gives his mate a kiss on the cheek and transforms* *gently* Arcee would have called me if they were. *Transforms herself and starts toward the plant*
Bluestreak: *small smile before she transforms and follows Wheeljack*
Ratchet: *Transforms and follows the others*
Cragbuster: *also transforms and lets Terrion aboard before following the red and white bots. He wants to get to the bottom of this, though he's got a good suspicion as to what's going on here*
((co-written with random_xtras))