HSV, Autobot Base, Babies, Tornados, and Bonds
Jazz: *shaking slightly as she lays back on the table and watches her son get put into his first protoform. Her usually soft optics are still snapping from the epic cursing fit she'd engaged in during the tricky procedure of fishing him out from where his spark had gotten stuck under hers*
Bumblebee: *torn between fussing over Jazz, and worrying about Rap*
Jazz: *intakes deeply, then scowls as her table rattles slightly with her* Slaggin' piece a'.... *too tired and foggy to continue*
Bumblebee: *will fuss over Jazz and love upon her for right now then*
Jazz: *gives him a stink eye, but then realizes what she's doing and drops her visor over her optics* Dang....
Rap: *clicking starts the moment he interfaces with his protoform*
Waltz: *optics wide as she watches him*
Ratchet: *quiet rumbly chuckle as he moves to bring Rap over to Jazz and Bumblebee*
Rap: *wiggle, look uuup, blink his bright green optics, and then scare himself into a flail as he whistles*
Jazz: ...Do I wanna know what that just was? *laying with her optics shuttered beneath the visor*
Bumblebee: *Soothing sounds for Rap as he gently cradles the little mech*
Rap: *blink blink. Wibble. And then he's frowning and clicking urgently as his tank pings empty*
Jazz: *uses one finger to lift her visor as she turns her head to look at the skinny little blue mechlet*
Waltz: *wearing a big happy grin!*
Bumblebee: *trying to get situated so he can feed Rap, is making soothing sounds and playing snippets of songs as he does so*
Jazz: *watching* ...Is he supposedta be that little?
Rap: *has found his fingers. Is testing them for nom*
Ratchet: In this reality, yes. In other realities, most newsparks do not start out so small.
Bumblebee: *Finally situated and offering Rap the end of a drinking tube*
Rap: *NOM! Nope, this bitty isn't going to have any trouble with eating*
Jazz: 'N that bein' stuck didn' hurt him? *frowning now as mother concern slowly replaces the pain and grogginess*
Rap: *looks over at her and cuts a grin while eating. Twinkles little fingers that look like his daddy's in a wave*
Ratchet: I would honestly be surprised if it did. *chuckles*
Jazz: *lifts her visor and lets her hand rest on her chest* *quietly* Good. *winces a bit with pain, and then tries giving Waltz a reassuring grin*
Bumblebee: *Moves to settle his skidplate against Jazz's table, mouthparts working without a sound*
Jazz: *quietness goes a little gruff as she recalls what she called her young mate* Hey, 'Bee?
Bumblebee: *looks to Jazz* Yes, Jazz?
Jazz: *studies his face for any sign that he's mad at her or that he's taken the angry and pained words to spark* Think we got enough now? That's one'a each, not countin' Sureshot.
Bumblebee: *soft chuckle as he nods and reaches to gently squeeze her hand with the one he has free*
Jazz: *sighs and gives a bit of a wibble herself. Ratchet will probably be able to see the emotional strain she's carrying from the difficult delivery. But the affection in her optics as she looks at her mate and creations is clear*
Bumblebee: *gives Jazz's hand another gentle squeeze, wordlessly reassuring her that everything will be alright*
Jazz: *grins, and it's only a little shaky. She's still hurting, but that natural resilience that Jazzes are known for is kicking in* I'm sorry.
Bumblebee: *Carefully leans down and gently nuzzles her helm* It's okay... Everything's okay now...
Jazz: Yeah. *grin gets stronger as she reaches up to touch his faceplates* Yeah. Everythin's alright now.
Ratchet: *tags Jazz with a painkiller while she's distracted*
Jazz: What the fraggin' pit??? *gives the medic a wide-opticked look* What was that?
Ratchet: Painkiller.
Bumblebee: *going to fuss over Jazz again, and offer her Rap once the little one has finished drinking*
Rap: *hey, hey, he was trying to blow that tube up! Click click click. ...Heeeeyyyy. This sounds familiar! Streetttccch, chuckle. Sleep*
Jazz: *distracted from Ratchet by the tiny form laying on her chest. Now hesitantly puts a hand on Rap's little back, her optics going even wider* Slaaaag. I made that?
Bumblebee: *nods* *Quietly* You're amazing, Jazz... *more gentle helm nuzzles*
Jazz: ...Yeah, right. Not with all the noise I put out. *embarrassed now as she recalls the cursing and yelling she'd done*
Waltz: *softly* Mom, that had to hurt. You're fine. *going to get a heated tarp and plug it in before gently spreading it over her femme creator and new brother*
Rap: *squeaky wiggle without waking, but then starts to purr at the warmth*
Bumblebee: *nods* Waltz is right.
Jazz: Shoo. *faceplates heating, but then she makes a small sound as her optic shutters droop* Think I need a lil' shuteye.
Waltz: *smiles and slips away after giving Ratchet her shy smile*
Bumblebee: *small nod* Alright... *Clearly doesn't want to leave, but will move to go and camp out in the hallway outside the medbay*
Jazz: *optic shutters flying back up* Where you goin'? Where Waltzie go?
Bumblebee: To give you some quiet time to rest... *pings Waltz's comm with an inquiry regarding her location*
Jazz: :\ Who sez I wanna rest alone?
Waltz: *is in the storeroom, sorting through the odds and ends of wire*
Bumblebee: *happy 'wing perk, moves to carefully climb onto the table with Jazz and Rap, since Ratchet's apparently wandered back to his office for the moment*
Jazz: *sighs and spreads the tarp over him, then nuzzles and purrs as she drops her optic shutters again* Yeah... that's better. *sighs and sleeps*
Bumblebee: *very quiet chuckle as he snuggles close and listens to both Jazz and Rap purring*
bvIronhide: *looks up as Ratchet comes out of the isolation room, his scarred face set in a frown* Screaming?
Ratchet: A newspark separated from his mother's spark. Both are just fine now.
bvIronhide: *moves restlessly on his table, and then turns onto his side and tries to prop himself up on his elbow, growling softly when the first attempt doesn't work* Sounded messy.
Ratchet: *Coming over to scan bvIronhide and offer assistance* The newspark moved behind his mother's spark and got stuck for a brief period of time, causing discomfort to the femme.
bvIronhide: *wincing* *gruffly, as he's assisted by Ratchet* Did that happen to 'Mia?
Ratchet: No... Though Nova was much weaker than most newsparks are, she and Chromia are both recovering their strength.
bvIronhide: *relief in those faded and half blind optics* Good. *deep frown* You died.
Ratchet: I'm not the one you're thinking of, Ironhide...
bvIronhide: *frown deepens, and Ratchet will be able to see that the old warrior suspected as much* No?
Ratchet: You, Chromia, and Nova were brought to a similar reality because this reality has a working medbay...
bvIronhide: .... *bows head slightly, concentrating hard on recent memory files* ...Shuttle?
Ratchet: *Quiet 'hrrrm'*
bvIronhide: It safe? *frowning*
Ratchet: From what I have heard, yes.
bvIronhide: *hides his face in the crook of his arm for a moment* *gruffly and quietly, his words heavy with grief* Good.
Ratchet: *Scans bvIronhide as he comms someone in another part of the base* Chromia and Nova are spending time with the creche, according to one of the mothers here...
bvIronhide: Nova? *doesn't look up*
Ratchet: The newspark Chromia was carrying.
bvIronhide: *noise of understanding, though he's caught up in mourning*
Clarion: *peeks out of Ratchet's office, and then turns Cragbuster loose*
Cragbuster: Whee!!! *Scrambles to pounce on Daddy's feet, earning a startled noise from the chartreuse-colored mech*
bvIronhide: *jerks and lifts his head, then stares at the tiny being with surprise, his scanners and sensors working at their current maximum ability to try and figure out what he's seeing*
Cragbuster: *Clickstorm as Ratchet scoops him up* :D
bvIronhide: *lifts one busted brow plate quizzically*
Ratchet: *Scolding sounds for Cragbuster, who ignores him in favor of clicking and chirping at bvIronhide in greeting*
bvIronhide: ...What?
Ratchet: *grumbles slightly* This is Cragbuster... My son.
Cragbuster: Hi! :D
bvIronhide: *quietly* Your son?
Ratchet: *nods* He has part of my spark code within his own spark, and part of my mate's spark code as well.
bvIronhide: Know what it means. *his wonder is that this Ratchet has made someone* *and then he startles as his processor absorbs the rest of what the medic just said* Your mate?
Ratchet: *Another nod, glances towards his office*
bvIronhide: ...'Aid?
Ratchet: First Aid has his own mate....
Cragbuster: *waving his arms and clicking at Clarion. He can see you, Mama!* :D
bvIronhide: *blank* ...His.
Ratchet: *nods* As I stated before, you were brought to a different reality.
bvIronhide: Very different. *still blank*
Ratchet: *As gently as he can manage at the moment* That happens sometimes... Gak! Cragbuster! *gives the sparklet a Look for sticking fingers in spots the little mech KNOWS are ticklish*
Cragbuster: :3 *haaaam*
bvIronhide: *finally manages to process that and turns his head slightly, sensors seeking information on the presence he can just detect lurking behind Ratchet* Who...?
Ratchet: *Quietly* Her name is Clarion. *keeping a few sensors on bvIronhide*
bvIronhide: *surge of fight or flight. He can't remember why, but he knows he doesn't like that name!*
Ratchet: *Soothingly* Easy, Ironhide... *putting a gentle hand on the ailing mech's shoulder*
bvIronide: Clarion... enemy.
Clarion: *meeps and goes to hide*
Ratchet: *sends reassurances over the bond to Clarion* *to bvIronhide* The one from this reality has always been an Autobot.
bvIronhide: *groans softly, and then turns his head as the medbay door opens and his Chromia strides through* Alright....
Ratchet: *Scanning bvIronhide now*
bvIronhide: *tired from his exertions, and still showing heavy damage to both processor and spark. But considering the old bot was torn to pieces and essentially brain dead only a couple weeks ago, his current level of activity and communication is somewhat amazing*
bvChromia: *comes to mate and quietly cusses him out for pushing himself, then climbs up onto the table beside him*
Ratchet: *goes to offer Cragbuster to Clarion, intends to cover the couple with a tarp*
Clarion: *under the desk. Will take baby and cuddle*
Cragbuster: *loves on Mama!*
Clarion: *soft music* ^_^
Ratchet: *Soft chuckle, moves to go cover bvIronhide and Chromia with a tarp*
bvIronhide: *will be looking brain broken again when Ratchet comes back out*
Ratchet: *moves to cover Ironhide and Chromia with the tarp* *To Ironhide* Get some rest...
bvIronhide: *mutter* Bumblebee... male. And a creator?
Ratchet: *Soft chuckle* Call it a quirk between the realities...and yes, he is a creator twice over now...
bvIronhide: *settling back obediently, though still holding his Chromia close* And Jazz. Alive... female.
Ratchet: She, like you, hails from a different reality... The Jazz from this reality is a mech, and he and Prowl are currently aiding the reality that the other Jazz hails from.
bvIronhide: ...A lot of back and forth.
Ratchet: *nods, chuckling* It takes some getting used to...
bvIronhide: *soft rumble, and then shutters his optics*
bvChromia: *slight smile as she snuggles*
Ratchet: *checks with WakeJumper and nods to himself when the youngest medic gives an ETA for bringing fuel to the medbay*
bvIronhide: *and the old warrior's sleeping again, though his grip tightens as his Chromia gives a shaky sigh*
Ratchet: *will pull up a chair and keep watch until WakeJumper arrives*
Starscream: //Ratchet, we just found Denver and Air Raid.// *yes, she does sound amused*
Ratchet: //About time someone did... Where did they wander off to this time?// *Notes the amusement, will ask about it shortly*
Starscream: //They were laying in a side tunnel in the base at our second sister reality. Skyfire and I have moved them to Denver's quarters now.//
Ratchet: //... I'm almost afraid to ask... But what in the Pit were they doing laying in a tunnel?//
Starscream: //Sleeping off their bonding funk, and, unless I miss my guess, a rather impressive hangover.//
Ratchet: //... Well, that explains why Slingshot was in a foul mood earlier....//
Starscream: //And also why I had to confine Fireflight to his pallet.// *voice softens a bit at mention of her friend, though the amusement is still clear*
Ratchet: //Has Optimus been informed that he now has a daughter-in-law?// *Sounds amused*
Starscream: //Far be it from me to try and perform the CMO's duties.// *sounds altogether too innocent*
Ratchet: *Snorts softly* //Oh, that's low.// *Can't hide his amusement* //I suppose I should check on Silverbolt and Skydive as well...//
Starscream: //I suppose that would be wise.// *no command in the words. She sounds like she's already lost interest in the subject*
lightening: *cracks loudly outside*
Perceptor: *transmits garbled data all over the comm channels*
Ratchet: //....Someone go check on Perceptor and Kia.// *grumbles*
Optimus: //Perceptor?//
Showtime: //On it, Ratchet.// *As are the boys, most likely*
Starscream: //Denver and Air Raid are on her berth. I'm going to get Backwing from the creche.//
Perceptor: *Babbling over comms about nonsensical things*
Starscream: //....//
Ironhide: //Slaggit, Perceptor, switch it off. Some people are trying to sleep around here.//
Kia: *retort over comms in backward Mandarin Chinese*
Showtime: //He got the equivalent of what Ratchet got the time he walked into powerlines, Ironhide.// *Why no, she's not amused, not her*
Ratchet: //... Who told you about that time, Showtime?//
Ironhide: *suspiciously silent*
Ratchet: *Mutters under his breath about welding certain weapons specialists to walls, sighs and pings Optimus' comm*
Optimus: //Yes, Ratchet?//
Ratchet: //Air Raid and Denver have been located, and relocated to Denver's quarters.... I suggest keeping the rest of the Aerialbots grounded for the next week or so.//
Optimus: //...I beg your pardon?// *sounds startled and confused*
Ratchet: //Air Raid and Denver bonded. Likely while they were overcharged.//
Optimus: //....!//
Ratchet: //Congratulations, Optimus. You've got another daughter.// *Sounds amused*
Optimus: *transmits a groan the sound of his head hitting his desk*
Ratchet: *snerks at the headdesking* //Would it have clicked sooner if I had called her Flashpoint?//
Optimus: //I understood who you meant, Ratchet.// *soft grumbling*
Ratchet: *Raised brow ridge, pays no mind to WakeJumper when the other brightly colored medic arrives with sweet low grade* //What's wrong, sir?//
Optimus: //Air Raid still has terrible timing. I'll let my alternate know. Make sure they're alright, please.//
Ratchet: //Alright. I'll also go and check on Skydive and Silverbolt. //
Optimus: //Alright. Wait... Jazz and Bumblebee's sparklet?//
Ratchet: //Rap is healthy and safe.// *Chuckles quietly* //And our guest was feeling well enough to talk, though now he's resting with his mate.//
Optimus: //Good. ...And good.// *spoke the last more quietly*
bvIronhide: *stirs slightly in response to the chuckle, then nuzzles his Chromia and falls silent again*
Ratchet: //WakeJumper is on call, so if anyone does something stupid, they can go talk to him.// *moves to head out of the medbay now*
Optimus: //Alright. Thank you for updating me, Ratchet. Optimus out.//
Ratchet: //Ratchet out.// *goes to try and locate Skydive and Silverbolt, praying that they aren't flying right now*
Out in the storm
Kia: *arms around mate from behind, is oblivious to the rain now coming down in typical desert sheets*
Showtime and Sunstreaker: *left the boys with Sideswipe and Columba, are moving to try and coax the two scientists to their feet*
Perceptor: *happily babbling on about cloud types*
Kia: My word, it looks like we have a tornado forming. *looking upward with fascination.*
Showtime: *Grimacing at the rapid changes in pressure and temperature that are causing her doorwings to react with discomfort and trying to get Kia to stand up* Yeah, we're in for a tornado. I can tell.
Sunstreaker: *moving to pick Perceptor up off of the ground* The sooner we get inside, the better. No way I'm letting some hailstones wreck my finish....
Kia: *clings to mate most tenaciously* We don't have our instruments properly set up!
Showtime: *Soothingly* I understand, but right now, it's more important that we get inside where it's safe. Equipment is replaceable, people aren't.
Kia: It's forming a tail!
Sunstreaker: ...Oh slag. *Acks and books it for the base as hailstones start to fall from the sky*
Showtime: Eeek!
tornado: *stretches its long skinny self down from the clouds and stands there as though on tiptoe between the bots and the base*
Kia: *raptly watching the funnel cloud*
Showtime: *And now she's panicking and fritzing to beat all previous times as she watches Sunstreaker speeding off without her*
Kia: -Perceptor! The funnel is approaching!-
Perceptor: *blink blink* -So it is...-
Showtime: *is now measuring her length on the ground, having shorted out. Her PINpoint clatters to the ground nearby*
Kia: *grabs the PINpoint and fights inebriation and her mate's glee to get a hand on both him and Showtime and teleport them to Starscream's gully. Once there she stands and looks over the top to watch the tornado chase a Lamborghini across the desert*
Sunstreaker: *pushing his alt-mode past the human-set limits, is nowhere near hitting his top speed yet*
Ratchet: *Facepalms as he watches from the doorway of the base as Sunstreaker swerve suddenly when the golden mech realizes why it feels like something is missing and makes a rapid about-face*
Optimus: *standing behind his CMO* //Perceptor, report! Perceptor! Showtime! Report!//
Nightwish: *dives into the funnel at about that time*
Perceptor: *Cheerfully reports about the composition of the rocks in the area he, Kia, and Showtime are hiding in*
Showtime: *silence over the comms*
Optimus: //KIA???!!!// *pushing Ratchet aside to go out himself*
Kia: *finally gets a word past her other half* //We're safe, Optimus. We're in Starscream's gully.//
Skywarp: *teleporting as close to the twister as he dares to get, cackling about it over an open frequency*
Optimus: *Roars over comms* //SUNSTREAKER, DISENGAGE!!!!//
Sunstreaker: //Showtime needs me though!!!//
Optimus: //Showtime's safe! Get out of there!//
Sunstreaker: *says something rude before seeking shelter*
Optimus: *watches him and then flinches about a split second before he's hit by lightening right there on the doorstep*
Ratchet: *String of cursing to put Kup to shame as he scans Optimus*
Optimus: *just standing there very very still for several clicks as the hail beats down on his helm and shoulders, but then he shakes himself like some sort of huge dog and turns to go back inside*
Ratchet: *Mutters about lightening rods and idiots, before moving to follow after Optimus*
Optimus: *calmly walks down the hall, past a couple bots that greet him. Says nothing and looks at nobody.*
Ratchet: *Hurrying to catch up, has a feeling something isn't right*
Optimus: *turns the corner, walks more. Turns the other corner, and then goes into his quarters and across the tiny living room toward the berth room*
Ratchet: *checks the door to Optimus' quarters to see if he'll need to use his override or not, before entering the quarters and heading for the berth room. Has a bad feeling*
Optimus: *laying on his side with his face to the wall, deeply and peacefully in recharge as his processor reboots*
Ratchet: *Scans to make sure Optimus isn't hurt*
Optimus: *few slightly melted connectors in his cranial unit. They're repairing. He's probably going to have a headache when he wakes up, though.*
Ratchet: *small nod, makes a note to check on Optimus later on, heads out of the quarters and towards the entrance to the base again*
Nightwish: *ganks mate into funnel just as the CMO reaches the door*
Ratchet: *Facepalms as Skywarp has a gleefit over open frequencies*
Thundercracker: *calls Skywarp insane*
Nightwish: *lost to sight in the funnel now as it marches across the desert, is kissing her mate stupider as they whirl around*
Sunstreaker: *fussing over comms since he's not able to get to his mate right now*
Columba: //Shhhh. It's going to be alright, Sunstreaker.//
Perceptor: *Happily reciting Pi as cold rushing water completely submerges him.*
Ratchet: *Grumbles and grouses about having to do search-and-rescue*
Starscream: *stops beside him and looks down at him*
WakeJumper: *Volunteers to go rescue the scientists and Showtime*
Starscream: *mildly* //Are you trying to frighten Eclipse out of her processor, WakeJumper?//
WakeJumper: //I've got a PINpoint, and their coordinates. I'm also better equipped to deal with water rescues than Ratchet.//
Starscream: *quirks a brow plate at Ratchet*
Ratchet: Odds are... the rain will have made the roads and gulleys impassable...
Starscream: *watches Nightwish and Skywarp arc overhead* True....
Ratchet: ... *Sighs*
Starscream: You know you would be bored if they were saner. *still looking up*
Ratchet: Not likely. We're crazy enough on our own. *tilts his head slightly as WakeJumper reports that he's found Perceptor, Kia, and Showtime*
Starscream: *looks down again... and yes, Ratchet, she's smiling at you*
Ratchet: *Tells WakeJumper to get the wayward 'Bots to the medbay ASAP*
Seastar: *appears over the base and does a happy barrel roll* //Wow, looks like I came to visit at just the right time. You guys are having great weather!//
Starscream: *looks up again* ....
Ratchet: ... *looks up as well*
Starscream: Do we know that bot, Ratchet?
Ratchet: She's not anyone I know...
WakeJumper: *Laughs over comms* //You see a golden Lamborghini anywhere, Seastar?// *yes, he remembers her*
Seastar: //Wait... Sunstreaker's out in this?// *stops playing and starts flying a steady search pattern*
WakeJumper: //He and his mate went out after Perceptor and Kia. I've got Perceptor, Kia, and Showtime right now, but Sunstreaker's someplace else... When you find him, bring him to the medbay, since he's going to want to fuss over Showtime.//
Seastar: *sends an acknowledgment signal, still flying the pattern and intently scanning the desert through weather that would partially blind most TFs*
Starscream: *cocks her head* //WakeJumper?//
WakeJumper: //Yes, Starscream?//
Starscream: *soft curiosity in her shrill voice* //Who is your friend?//
WakeJumper: //Her name is Seastar. 'Clipsie and I met her when we went clubbing one time with the Jazz of Keepsake's reality.//
Starscream: //Ah. Thank you.//
WakeJumper: //No problem.// *Would have a ^_^ expression if Starscream could see him* *Pings First Aid's comm* //Hey, 'Aid? Would you mind helping me with Showtime? She fritzed and her processor's a bit of a mess because of it...//
First Aid: //Oh, poor Showtime. I'll be ready for you in the medbay, WakeJumper.//
WakeJumper: //Thanks, 'Aid. We'll be there shortly... If I can convince Perceptor to quit trying to bring back samples of rocks...// *Sounds amused*
First Aid: *concerned sound over comms*
WakeJumper: //It's just a matter of picking he and Kia up...// *chuckles* //We'll be back soon.//
First Aid: //Alright, WakeJumper. First Aid out.//
Seastar: *still flying her steady pattern across the storming desert sky*
Sunstreaker: *has managed to wedge himself into a side canyon, a little ways up from the floor of said canyon. He sought shelter there, but had to climb up higher to avoid the incoming floodwater*
Seastar: *dives right down and hovers* Hey, Sunstreaker, want a ride back to the base?
Sunstreaker: That'd be great... *looks miserable, and his paintjob has suffered a few scratches due to hailstones*
Seastar: How small can you fold up?
Sunstreaker: Not very much smaller than this, unless I change alt-modes...
Seastar: *opens her hold. Is no flying boat like her brother, but is still large* See if you can get in there.
Sunstreaker: *carefully jumps to Seastar's hold, tucking his legs underneath him as he does*
Seastar: *rocks from side to side slightly to get him settled, is amazingly stable in the wind* There. My door won't shut. Do you feel safe enough like that?
Sunstreaker: Let's just get back... *quietly* Showtime needs me...
Seastar: Alright. *turns and back she goes, her powerful engines roaring back at the weather in playful defiance. Gets to the base and transforms quickly, Sunstreaker now held around the waist as she drops lightly to the ground* Hmmm, looks like something got hit by lightening here.
Ratchet: *nods as Sunstreaker indicates that he wants down* It turns out Optimus is similar to a lightening rod.
Seastar: *shoots the medic a surprised look as she sets the golden mech on his feet* What do you mean?
Ratchet: *as Sunstreaker books it for the medbay* He took a direct hit from some lightening. He's alright, but he'll have a processor ache when he wakes up.
Seastar: *chuckles, her very humanoid face creasing into a grin* Direct hits can be fun. *then tilts her head* Oh yeah. Seastar reporting for duty.
Ratchet: *A bit dryly as Sideswipe reminds him of what Showtime mentioned* Depending on whether or not the mech or femme taking the direct hit can handle it... *nods to Seastar* How are things in your reality, Seastar?
Seastar: Pretty calm. My brother and I have been flying search and rescue on the coast, but it just occurred to our Optimus that you guys didn't really have a heavy weather rescue bot. So he asked Skyboat and me if one of us would go. Skyboat's got other engagements, so I came.
Ratchet: *nods, chuckling a bit* The closest we have is WakeJumper... And he's better suited to water rescues...
Seastar: I can do air and water. And I can also carry nearly twice my weight. *which means, if needed, that she could carry WakeJumper easily* I'm also well trained in PINpoint usage.
Ratchet: *nods* Well, I think it would be best if you reported to Galvatron. He'll assign you to a team.
Seastar: Yes, sir. *turns her head to look toward a sound, the movement bringing one pointed ear clearly into view*
Ratchet: *Attention going to the sound as well* Ah, there you are, Silverbolt...
Seastar: *moves to meet the tall mech as she sees that he's not fully steady on his feet* Here, let me give you a hand.
Silverbolt: *blinking a bit and nodding* Whatever Air Raid got into... I'm not even sure I want to know...
Seastar: *takes his arm over her shoulder and guides him back to the doorstep, then looks to Ratchet for orders*
Ratchet: Get him back to his quarters and laying down... He, Slingshot, Skydive, and Fireflight are all feeling the effects of something involving Air Raid, and as a result, are grounded for the time being.
Seastar: Yes, sir. *bringing the white mech past the CMO and down the hall* You're an Aerialbot?
Silverbolt: *small nod* I am....
Seastar: *glances at him, her expression quizzical. And then she chuckles* I've never seen our Silverbolt this muddy.
Silverbolt: *Slight frown* ... Maybe it would be a good idea to clean up first....
Seastar: I don't think Ratchet would say no to that. I can report to Galvatron over comms and tell him what I'm doing. Which way to the wash racks?
Silverbolt: *Points down the hall*
Seastar: *brings him that way* Any mate I need to call? *thinks of the quiet femme his alt is with back home*
Silverbolt: *Gives her a politely bewildered look* No....
Seastar: *blinks* Really?
Silverbolt: *headshake*
Seastar: Huh. *faces forward and proceeds with bringing him to the washrack. Is slightly startled to find two smaller bots there, stuffed in one shower stall*
Perceptor: *Gleefully reciting Pi again*
Kia: *sitting on the drain and not noticing that the water's flowing out of the stall*
Seastar: ...Wow... Perceptor's cratered.
Perceptor: *Blinkblink. He heard his name!*
Silverbolt: ... I can sympathize....
Kia: *over alert look toward the two tall flyers, but she can't currently remember how to talk*
Seastar: Air Raid really overdid it, huh? *carefully stuffs Silverbolt into an empty stall a few down from the one the scientists are turning into a think tank*
Silverbolt: ...I want to know what it was he did....
Seastar: *reaching past him to turn on the warm water* Can't any of the others tell you?
Silverbolt: ... *hadn't thought of that, will ask his more wakeful siblings then*
Seastar: *busy scraping the thickest mud off him with a blade from one of her propellers and slinging it into a pile on the floor so they don't clog the drain*
Silverbolt: *blinks a bit* Apparently, it has something to do with Flashpoint....
Seastar: Flashpoint? *continues the cleaning*
Silverbolt: *nods* She used to go by Denver... I think she still does... But not out in public...
Seastar: So she changed her designation?
Silverbolt: Something like that? *absent shrug. He really doesn't know the red femme's story as well as Fireflight and Skydive do*
Seastar: Ask him what they did. *pauses to dart after certain scientists to keep them from going out to study the storm again*
Silverbolt: *Small nod, asks Fireflight if he knows what Air Raid and Denver did*
Fireflight: *sleepily* //Starscream says they bonded.//
Seastar: *carrying a scientist back under each arm*
Silverbolt: //... Bonded?// *Says that out loud as well*
Seastar: *blink blink*
Fireflight: //Mmmhmmm. In a tunnel in the other reality.//
Silverbolt: //Is that why Ratchet doesn't want us flying for a little while?//
Fireflight: //He doesn't?//
Silverbolt: //He said something about it when I saw him by the front door...//
Fireflight: //Oh. I didn't talk to him. Let me ask Skyfire.//
Seastar: Who bonded?
Silverbolt: *blink blink* Apparently... Air Raid and Denver...
Seastar: Ohhh. Yeah. That'll do it. *sets scientists down, and then gently steers them away from the door again*
Perceptor: *Blink blink blink, snuggles Kia*
Fireflight: //Skyfire says that's why.// *transmits a yawn over the sibling link and the com link*
Kia: *snuggles back, though she's giving the big stranger a puzzled frown*
Silverbolt: *blinks and covers his mouth as he yawns in response* //Get some rest, 'Flight...//
Fireflight: //Well, I'm on my bed, snuggling with Archie.// *sounds sleepy content, though with that slightly sharper note to his voice that happens when he's drunk*
Silverbolt: *small nod, yawns again* //I'll talk to you later, 'Flight...//
Fireflight: //Alright. Oh, Backwing says 'hi'. Fireflight out.// *more yawn as he closes the comm link*
Seastar: *coming back to finish de mudding Silverbolt* So you have a sister.
Silverbolt: Two now.... *more yawn as Skydive accidentally transmits his sleepy feelings as well*
Seastar: One of the others is a girl? I thought I heard you were all guys in this reality. *gets the spray head and starts washing out the crevices in his armor*
Silverbolt: *headshake* Optimus and Elita-One are caring for a young femme whose creator is Optimus' alternate in another reality...
Seastar: Ohhh. A girl Diehard?
Silverbolt: *headshake* Her name is Hope.
Seastar: Oh. We don't have her in my reality.
Silverbolt: We don't either... She's from the reality that Denver usually works in.... *stretches a bit and blinks sleepily*
Seastar: Here, face the water spray. *grabbing the brush now that she knows it won't just make things worse* Do you know Sureshot?
Silverbolt: *as he turns to face the water spray* I've met him... He visits here sometimes....
Seastar: *nod* I haven't met him.
Silverbolt: *shuttering his optics to protect them from the spray of water* He's interesting....
Seastar: Is he anything like Ironhide? I've met him. He came to visit because my CO was his daughter.
Silverbolt: Hard to say.... Who is your CO?
Seastar: I was part of Nova and Cliffjumper's team.
Silverbolt: I don't think I've met either one.... *sounds like he's close to falling asleep*
Seastar: Nova's the daughter. She's around my oldest brother's age. *scrubbing him vigorously, making sure she cleans out all the grit*
Silverbolt: Huh... *Squirms slightly*
Seastar: Whoops. Ticklish spot? *pauses in her scrubbing to look over his shoulder at his face*
Silverbolt: *small nod*
Seastar: Which spot? *gives him a little shake, and then glances over at the scientists again*
Silverbolt: Wing connections....
Perceptor: *Still snuggling Kia, and purring quietly*
Seastar: *quirks a grin at the small ground bots, then turns back to Silverbolt* Um... I didn't touch your wing connections, though.
Silverbolt: The spray got in there... *slight pout that he likely doesn't realize he's doing*
Seastar: ...Yup, you're wasted. *resumes scrubbing*
Silverbolt: *wibbles, but holds still*
Seastar: I never did find out if there's a Seaspray here.
Silverbolt: *absent shrug* Ask one of the older mechs?
Seastar: Yeah. *glances at the scientists, and reports to Galvatron that they're asleep*
Galvatron: *lets the Medics know*
Ratchet: *Acknowledges with a sigh*
Seastar: *gives Silverbolt a last rinse and then sniffs* 0.o
Silverbolt: *absent blink blink*
Seastar: ...You now smell like a flower.
Silverbolt: ... *Sniff sniff* ... Huh...
Seastar: Is that normal here?
Silverbolt: No.... I think someone pranked us...
Seastar: Do you have Mudflap and Skidplate here?
Silverbolt: Um... I don't know... But the last time people smelled flowery, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were behind it...
Seastar: Gotcha. *shakes head* Well, you're clean, anyway.
Silverbolt: *small nod*
Seastar: So where's your berth? *turns off the water and tugs him toward the door*
Silverbolt: *tells her the room number* West wing.... It's one of the team quarters...
Seastar: Do you know the coordinates?
Silverbolt: *blinks a bit, before nodding and providing the coordinates*
Seastar: *brings him home just as TC was coming in to get the scientists*
Thundercracker: ... *blinks a bit, before going and grabbing Perceptor and Kia with the intention of taking them back to their quarters*
Perceptor: *Sleepy murmur of the digits of Pi trails off into the distance*
((co-written with random_xtras))