Armada-'verse. Cyberton. Wishes in the night.

[random_xtras]

Nightwish blinks as she comes back online, and then quirks a slight grin as she realizes that she's laying on the floor in her quarters, in her favorite place partially underneath her berth. -I made it home. Bonus

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[backupbots]

He stirs at the contact, optic band powering up slightly. "What's it worth to you?" he mumbles, vocaliser semi-functioning.

[random_xtras]

She chuckles softly and tucks her other arm under her head as she trails the finger down to his face and gives him the faintest teasing tingle of electricity. "Good morning, handsome."

[backupbots]

Thunderclash's visor brightens rather Nightwish. Right. He takes a moment to check his chronometer and get his friendly voice in gear, then sits up and looks up at the Decepticon. He's muzzy and his processor aches from what he fed to it last night, and right now that makes him curse himself for an idiot. "Hey, morning."

He winces slightly as his sensors fritz, then looks around, stretching. He's a little puzzled, something about here is familiar, but he can't place it. "Where are we?"

[random_xtras]

She rubs his back carefully with a fingertip, her optics half-slitted with contentment despite her own hangover. "My quarters. In the barracks." A soft chuckle. "Under the bed."

[random_xtras]

She nuzzles against him, giving him the lightest of kisses so as to not scramble his CPU any worse. "Mmmm, you still smell like that polish."

[backupbots]

"It must have rubbed in by now." He looks himself over to see if he's gotten any shinier.

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Nightwish flicks on one of her torso lights at low level to help him see, and twitches a grin at the gleam.

[backupbots]

He winces. "Great, now I hurt my own optics." The hangover doesn't help.

[random_xtras]

"Of course." Her finger starts up and down his back again as she frowns slightly at the memory of her fruitless search.

[backupbots]

He tips his head back, enjoying the sensation. "Who did you ask?"

[random_xtras]

"No one." She smiles and rubs a tiny circle right between where his shoulder blades would be were he organic.

[backupbots]

What a funny idea, to Thunderclash. "You just tried searching the records?"

[random_xtras]

Two fingers gently knead his back as she chuckles. "True."

[Timeskip: a few hours later...]

[backupbots]

Thunderclash is settled in his quarters, plugged into the highly sophisticated console and explaining to Treadshift the difficulties of convincing technicians to defy standing orders from the top of the hierarchy.

"It's lucky you came to me, you know. It's one thing trying to bribe people under normal circumstances, but in your case... well, they don't like the sound of those penalties for helping some security guard, you get me? You have to be higher up the ladder, if you know what I mean, and..." His fingers brush the keys, and a few images flicker across the screen. "I think I can do that for you."

Re: [Timeskip: a few hours later...]

[random_xtras]

And down in the corner of the screen a little light starts to flash, telling him that the data search he'd been doing has results.

Re: [Timeskip: a few hours later...]

[backupbots]

Thunderclash whistles aloud in triumph, though his conversation doesn't so much as waver for it. He keeps responding to Treadshift's points as he pulls up the results. "Uh-huh... yeah, I know exactly what you mean. It's like the laws they tried in Cyber City, you remember those?"

[random_xtras]

//Great. Except that there's nothing to recover.//

[backupbots]

//I'm a fair guy. I never said how much you had to find. But hey, if it's too hard for you, just clear up the area. And expect the Minicon Emergency Team if they're not there already.//

[random_xtras]

//There's really nothing there. Just a melted, shapeless lump of goop. You can't even tell it was ever a Transformer.//

And if it was that hot in there no one else would have stood a chance.

[backupbots]

He chuckles a bit. Were he in the guard's position, he'd hardly be letting that slip before getting the reward. //Hah, you're an honest one. But let's assume I'm even interested in goop.//