((THNMY: sometime after Roddy gets back from vacay.))

[giri_guy]

*Rodimus Prime's office is at the end of a dark hallway, connected to his room by a door. It is unoccupied right now. It is also imprudently unlocked.*

*What, oh what will happen next...?*

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[midnightspook]

The door slides open, revealing a black and silver Seeker of Cybertronian design. He's holding a large crate in his arms, which he brings in and sets carefully down on the floor before securing the door from the inside. No sense in getting the little zamboni things this far, only to have them manage to escape the office haven and get lost and or killed out in the City.

Besides, Blackstar still isn't totally convinced that that big, green missle-guy won't just show up and find them here.

"I guess this is the place. It's where he said to come, anyway," Blackstar observes quietly as he peers down into the box. Six pairs of optics stare back up at him.

"Now what?"

He looks around briefly; there's papers and datapads scattered across the desk, a lot of it, it seems. This Roddy guy must be busy as slag. Blackstar doesn't really know where else to take the little guys, though. He could probably track down Auspex, but he's just not in the mood for her to pry at him anymore. Not just yet.

He's not really in the mood to answer any awkward, prying questions right now, actually.

One of the datapads near the edge of the desk looks relatively unimportant, so he picks it up and starts scribbling something on it. A short while later, he props the pad up on top of everything else so it will be obvious that it should be the first one read, and then peeks back into the box.

Cute little buggers. For ground modes.

"Don't get scrapped, until you're ready to scrap 'em back, k?"

He steps back and makes sure the door is secured again, and then fades from sight.

On the Datapad: Snowcat's sparklets. Don't let the big green dumb guy scrap them.

[giri_guy]

Rodimus soon returns, energon in one hand and stack of documents under the other arm, humming tunelessly to himself. He enters his office, having left it unlocked.

CLANG.

Or not. "Coulda sworn I left that..." Rodimus mumbles, rubbing his cranium. Ah well. Rodimus transmits the passcode and is soon within his sanctum.

THUNK. "What the...?"

Rodimus has nearly tripped over a box. A box, it seems, with a half-dozen chibieyed... things in it. Rodimus cautiously sets his stuff down and peers at them, then glances around for clues as to how they got there.

A-ha. Someone's making it easy on them. Roddy reads the datapad, then reads it again, aloud, slowly. Then he glances dubiously at the sparklets-in-a-box at his feet. "Well. Slag."

[midnightspook]

Blackstar waits, invisible and intangible off to one side, ready to slip in and grab the box again if necessary. At the loud clunk of someone colliding with the door, he tenses, ready to move. Rodimus enters, nearly tripping over the box, which makes Blackstar tense even more.

It's not the big dumb green guy, but he's never seen Rodimus before.

You the Prime?

The voice is deep and a little rough inside Rodimus's head. It could almost be a comm transmission, but it's not coming over his radio.

[giri_guy]

Rodimus nearly falls over his own spoiler at that. "Who-what-where-!?" He regains his balance, looking around his office wideopticked.

"I'm the Prime," he says cautiously. "Who are you?"

[toughguytruck]

*The zambonis, which have been fed and were napping until a moment ago, begin moving around and waking up* Da?

[giri_guy]

"The disembodied voice better not be my father," Rodimus mutters.

[midnightspook]

There's a deep chuckle. Nah. No one's father. Just think of me as their... guardian angel.

Word has it you're a good mech. That you can be trusted to keep little mechs from getting scrapped by their creator's pissed off mate.

[giri_guy]

Rodimus glances around suspiciously. "Please take good care of my baby, is that it?" he says.

A pause.

"Are you nuts? I can't take care of kids! I've got an ar...my..." Rodimus trails off as he realizes how very juvenile the Autobots can be sometimes, and how very much like running a day care his job is.

"...Okay. I can't take care of more kids."

[toughguytruck]

*The little things wave their arms and tiny missile launchers at him pleadingly. Love us?*

[midnightspook]

A vague shape seems to coalesce out of the shadows in the corner nearest the box. It's rather see-throughy, and very indistinct - colors are too washed out to make out, but the shape is definitely that of a cybertronian Seeker.

So you're just gonna let them die? Let that aft-slagger scrap them? Not what I expected the Autobot Prime to be like. Thought you Autobots were all about life and freedom and stuff.

[giri_guy]

Rodimus scowls at the apparition, too annoyed to be frightened. "That's not what I meant. I've got too much responsibility already, I'm not who you want to give - " he waves at the sparklets - "them to. Why not Wheeljack? He could use someone to look after."

[midnightspook]

Blackstar frowns, annoyed - not that Rodimus can likely make that out on his indistinct features. But he can probably make out that Blackstar has just crossed his arms over his chest and is facing off against Rodimus beligerantly.

I don't exactly have the "Who's Who" of fragging Autobots in my head here, you know. You're the Prime. Now can I trust you to find someone to make sure these little guys don't get slagged, or what? Because where I go, these guys won't survive, and that kinda defeats the whole purpose of taking them away from the sparklet-fragging missile guy, y'know?

He could have just dropped them off and left, trusting Rodimus to take care of them somehow, but instead, he stayed to make sure they were safe. And all that got him was an argument. Slaggit, doesn't anyone give a frag about the little things besides the two dead guys?

How slagging ironic is that?

[giri_guy]

Rodimus sighs and leans back, tipping his face up - whether a prayer for wisdom or patience or a return to something simpler, he's not sure.

"You don't argue fair, you know that?" he says at last. "Fine, I'll find a place for them. Someplace safe. I can handle Demolisher if I have to."

[toughguytruck]

*The little ones start screeching at the sound of his name* 'emosher! Daaaaaaa! *they start trying to climb out of the box again*

[giri_guy]

"Okay, okay..." Wincing, Rodimus squats down to pat them reassuringly. "Take it easy. You're safe now."

[midnightspook]

Blackstar slumps, relieved. Now, at least, the little guys might stand a chance at actually getting the chance to live.

Wouldn't be fair, otherwise.

Their antics make him smile a little. A rueful smile; if they only knew what their "Daaaaaaa!" wanted to do to them. He sighs.

I hope you can. He was pretty pissed off. He'll probably be pissed at you for helping them, you know. And if you're friends with Snowcat at all, you might wanna see about sending a medic out their way. That Demolisher guy... didn't seem to know much. Dusky tried to help him, but... he was too busy being pissed at the rest of us for not wanting to slag the little guys. Good luck.

Blackstar turns to leave, fading totally out of sight as he does so. There's a moment of silence, before he adds, They're gonna like to go sledding when they get older. That's where Dusky and I first met them; they got lost in the Nexus looking for you. Make sure they get that chance.

He glances back one last time, and then steps across the Veil.