mbv, Autobot Base, Attack on the Homefront
Rachel: *yawns, and then sneezes as Greg pokes a dandelion in her face* >.o
Greg: You, Mom, not supposed to do that. *sniffs dandelion... and then eats it* Hmmph. Gross.
Rachel: *wry look for her husband, who is occupying the other deck chair set out in the late morning sunshine by the barn*
Jack: *looks like he's close to zonking out in the sunlight*
Sarah: *dressing Hopesong up like one of her dolls, will do the same to Missy shortly*
Rachel: *sits up* Snarl, sweetheart, why do I smell smoke?
Snarl: Me Snarl TROGDOR!
Rachel: Don't burn up Aunty Lisa's lawn, okay, baby? *grinning*
Snarl: *will pester Slag then!*
Chinook: *trying to herd Slag away from the truck. Don't fight with the truck, Slag*
Slag: *gonna fight with Snarl then!*
Simon: *braiding dandelion flowers into a big rope and talking to Sarah and baby sisters*
Spot: *chirk chirk chirk song from where she's sitting between Simon and Sarah, is a happy little hen*
Speckles: *thinks Bubba needs to let go her tail*
Bubba: *has caught you, pretty birdy!*
Chance: *snoozing in the sun, has rolled onto his back*
Ravage: *isn't tickling Chance's belly. Instead she's looking around with her ears slightly back in a frown as she tries to figure out what's bugging her*
Steeljaw: *is stalking Moofy*
Rachel: *looks up suddenly, her hand still outstretched to help Fred up beside her, as she registers the sudden silence of the birds*
Spot: Pakeeek! *head up*
Soundwave: *over all channels* //Decepticon attack! Wreckers Mobilize!//
Rachel: *mouth falls open as a wall of metal seems to break out of the trees and rush toward the barn, then gives a squeal of surprise as Joe, bigJack, and Road Queen suddenly flash into sight between her family and the intruders*
Joe: *ax in hands and mask over face as he charges forward flanked by his teammates*
bigJack: *swords at the ready as he bellows a warcry*
Road Queen: *just whoops. And swings a logging chain with an anvil on the end around her head*
Dinobot ground units: *startled and instinctively flanking the three big bots as they join the charge*
Rachel: *gathering family and calling for the ferrets and other recorders to hurry up and get the pet evacuation detail under way*
Jack: *trying to get up out of his chair*
Steeljaw: *grabs Punky* //Ravage, Pitter and Patter!//
Rewind: *going to herd button quail!*
Ramhorn: *has kittens riding on his back as he trots to the barn*
Ravage: //Don't forget Pete and Silver!//
Rachel: *oblivious to the comm chatter, has her babies, chickens and husband... and has them down in the crèche room!*
Autumn: *looks up as Rachel arrives* What's going on? *worried*
Steeljaw: //Got all the furkids and featherkids safe, Boss.//
Rachel: //Good job.// *can hear quizzical sounds from the corner of the crèche room set aside for pet crates* *looks for Desinex as she answers Autumn* Decepticons.
Desinex: *is trying to make a break for the door*
Autumn: *goes pale and hollers for Brawn to hustle*
Rachel: *shoves Missy and Hopesong into Autumn's arms and does a flying Desi tackle!*
Desinex: *protests!*
Autumn: *holds Missy and Hopesong close as Jake brings Rose and Dion to the crèche room*
Rachel: *going to SIT on Desinex* You can't go out there, baby.
WakeJumper: *hiding his face against Jake's back*
Desinex: *fuss* Sister fighting!
Rachel: She shouldn't be. *pause. Eyes narrow* //Kup, where are you, you old goat?//
Kup: //Huh? In the barn, covering the entrances. Why?//
Rachel: *surprised* //Uh. Never mind.//
Mirage: *reporting to Kup* //Sharpshot and I are in position on the roof of the barn, and are sufficiently shielded.//
Kriti: *coming over to help pin Desinex*
Desinex: *squealing and fussing! Wants to help Sister!*
Lockdown: *is that set of big eyes watching the confrontation from the bottom of a bitty pile. Figures she's going to hide here and stay safe*
Meryl: *napping on her sister*
Usagi: *kneeling with her arms around two of the triplets as the third cuddles against her back. Watches through the entrance of the play tent she and the young Seeklets and Oriana are camping in as the adults hurry about*
Topside
Joe and the Wreckers: *leaving a swatch of fearsome destruction in their wake*
Joe: This isn't even slowing them down. *frowns as he catches what the invaders are chanting* ...Megatron?
bigJack: *as he decapitates another Decepticon* The slag's going on?
Joe: *uses ax to vault a cannon blast* I have no idea. *winces as a spark sputters and dies* But they're not drones.
bigJack: No, really? *slice and dice!*
a few Decepticons: *getting picked off by sniper fire*
Joe: Where did this many Decepticons come from? *sends 'Con bits flying, then frowns as Grimlock bellows and shoots fire skyward* Seekers! *reports this over comms*
Starscream: *PINpoints in, has rounded up most of Alpha Squadron*
Aerialbots: *arrive shortly thereafter*
Rainbird: *arrowing in at her sister's flank, but then gives a startled sound over comms as she catches sight of the enemy Seekers*
Starscream: *optics nearly red as he sees that the Seekers that are attacking are droned dead*
Rainbird: //I know those paint jobs!//
Starscream: //I do too.// *twitchy wings and a dangerous tone to his voice*
Kia: *just let Thrust out of the infirmary, her eyes wide at the ferocity on the new father's face plates* //Starscream, Thrust is on his way.//
Starscream: //Good. The more we have to combat that *incredibly rude word describing Megatron*, the better. He's desecrating the dead!//
Stormsong: *quietly* They're dead. They're not our brothers and sisters anymore. They aren't Coneheads anymore.
Thrust: *storms past Kup once he gets up to the entrance, heads right to where Alpha Squadron has gathered... and then his protective instincts are combining with rage as he realizes what he's looking at*
Ramjet: *just a bit frightened of the expressions on his brother and Starscream's faces*
Thundercracker: Something tells me this is a crap time to ask what the newspark is, Thrust.
Thrust: No, really? *growl*
Starscream: {Seekers, to the air!}
Sundog: *moves up to his mother's empty place in the formation as his wing follows their commander's order, and then throws a rainbow edged portal in front of them to bring them closer to the incoming flyers*
Starscream: *leading the aerial charge, is nearly blind with rage*
Tracks: *watches the Seekers vanish and then reappear, then transforms to his first alt and kicks out his wings* Well now, it looks like there's room in the sky for one more. What do you think, Darling?
Denver: *just finished checking her gun* Got room for me in there, Tracks? *seems far too calm right now*
Wesson: *slapping his gun back together after a quick cheerio check. Glances at his wife to see if she's ready, then looks to his CO* Where the slag's Jean?
Maria: *worried expression as she finishes checking her equipment* Wasn't Jean checking the building site for his and Rosie's new house?
Wesson: Not their house. He was helpin' build that new empty. *glances at Vato and at the small blond standing next to Vato*
Tracks: *just pops his door open*
Denver: *gets in*
Vato: *just shifted to his newest form, which is really just a Cybertronian version of his natural self*
Wesson: *pauses and gives Vato a long stare as Caine laughs soundlessly*
Vato: *manages to look a bit smug, will head out to the battlefield*
Tracks: *takes to the air and circles as Vato goes forward to scout*
Across the settlement
Havoc: *had been shooting big robots with his nail gun. Is now grinning up at a big purple robot who has only one optic... and nothing else on its face. This one seems to be able to say something other than just 'Megatron'*
Shockwave: *so not impressed with the organic* [And to think, the Autobots want to spare you pathetic creatures...] *takes aim*
Havoc: *smirks* And you're another.
Shockwave: *flatly* [Pathetic.] *shoots*
Havoc: *calm sidestep even as he fires at the same time* *giant robot foot... have a concrete nail!* And the horse you rode in on.
Shockwave: *startled sound, will reach to grab the organic* [Why, you!]
Havoc: *laughs* Score! Ack!
Shockwave: *doesn't relish the idea of getting organic goo on him, but at this point, that's the least of his worries. Starts to tighten his grip*
Havoc: *slight wriggle, and then points the nail gun right at that big yellow optic* >D Do you dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?
Shockwave: *doesn't like that grin, will bring the organic closer to his optic* [You seem unconcerned by the fact that I could quite easily end your life.]
Havoc: *pulls the trigger! Kachoonk!*
Shockwave: *drops the organic to clutch at his optic*
Havoc: Ooof! *sits up, then laughs out loud and gets a demented grin on his face as he starts firing as fast as he can work the trigger on the nail gun*
Shockwave: *had not been anticipating being met with such resistance! Fires blindly*
Blitzwing: *looks that way* Astrotrain, recognize those energy blasts?
Naomi: *follows his gaze from where she's sitting on his shoulder, ears perked curiously*
Astrotrain: *blinks and looks from where he's rocking out to 'Crazy Train'* ...You've gotta be kidding me...
Blitzwing: Think we should go play Welcome Wagon for Shocky?
Astrotrain: *grins. It's by no means a sane grin* One welcoming party, coming right up!
Blitzwing: *jumps into the air, catching Naomi in his cockpit as he transforms. Then zooms toward the fracas*
Astrotrain: *also jumps into the air, cackling as he transforms, is soon following Blitzwing*
Blitzwing: *roars right over the flailing Decepticon's head, expecting that Megatron's former major domo will recognize his engines*
Shockwave: *freezes. If he could go pale, he'd be white. Then ducks as Astrotrain follows the older multi-changer*
Blitzwing: *circles back and lands with one foot to either side of Havoc, then nods to Astrotrain as his friend lands behind Shockwave* [So, Shockwave. You take a wrong turn somewhere?]
Shockwave: *optic is all but useless, but he can pinpoint the sound of the multi-changer's voice* [I could ask the same of you, Blitzwing.]
Blitzwing: [This is my place.] *sternly* {You've disturbed my nest.}
Shockwave: *isn't scared! You can't prove it!*
Astrotrain: *wicked grin as he cracks his knuckles* I think he's leaking.
Havoc: Of course he is. He's totally leaking.
Blitzwing: *dead serious* [This place is under my protection, Shockwave. And a Destron Enforcer keeps his ground.]
Shockwave: ... *slightly confused* [Destron?]
Astrotrain: *more grin* [Yup! Gotta problem with it, take it up with Lady Nightbird.]
Blitzwing: [You don't even remember the term?] *spits* [Puky little lackey.]
Shockwave: *will take aim where he thinks Blitzwing's head is* [Those who follow anyone but Megatron shall perish.]
Astrotrain: *game buzzer noise, and then he's lunging at Shockwave*
Naomi: *stands on Blitzwing's shoulder* Vait! Just arrest him, don't hit him anymore.
Blitzwing: *glances at the little girl, and then takes her into his hand* Naomi, we can't arrest this guy. There's nothing on Earth that'd hold him.
Astrotrain: *as he tries to keep Shockwave's gunhand pointed away from everyone* Yeah! He makes me look sane!
Naomi: *ears go toward Astrotrain, and then down as Havoc lets off the last of his ammo into the purple Decepticon's leg* But if Major Morimoto talks to him, like she did vith the ozzers...
Blitzwing: *shakes his head* He won't listen to the Warlady. The only thing we can do is send him to the Well and let Primus sort him out.
Naomi: *ears back and eyes wide as she looks at the old multi-changer* But...
Blitzwing: *gently* You see all these confused kids dying all around us?
Shockwave: *calling Astrotrain a traitor, and saying similar things about Blitzwing, even as his gunhand is continually aimed away from where anyone could get hurt*
Naomi: *quiet nod, her eyes now glimmering*
Blitzwing: They're his fault. He doesn't care what happens to others. Everyone's just a tool for him. *head up as he hears animalistic yowling, and then startles as he catches sight of a burly bot holding the leads of four eyeless, tailed horrors with massive, snapping jaws that drool acid* What the...???
Astrotrain: What the &^###$?! *belts Shockwave when the purple mech starts laughing*
Shockwave: *as he fends off more blows to his head* [So you've seen my finest creations... Such a surprise what introducing *such and such mineral* to a femmespark could do...]
Astrotrain: *actually looks sickened by that*
Blitzwing: *grim* [Shockwave, by the power invested in me by the Autobot High Council I judge you, and pronounce on you the sentence of death.]
Naomi: *listening. She can understand both modern dialects of Cybertronian a lot better than she can speak them*
Shockwave: *surge of power, gets belted upside the head* [You are nothing more than a traitor to the Decepticons, Blitzwing!]
Blitzwing: *gently takes Naomi into his hand and tucks her into a ball. Makes sure she's hugging her knees securely and then tosses her gently in his hand* [You're a traitor to the Cybertronian race and a murderer of sparklets. And a sparklet will send you to stand in front of the one whose work you've been slagging up.]
Astrotrain: *grins dangerously and moves to let Shockwave up. Several months of playing 'catch' with Naomi and Blitzwing has given him more than enough practice at interpreting visual cues*
Shockwave: *on his feet, and taking aim*
Blitzwing: Tell your brother hi for me. *throws Naomi*
Shockwave: *weapon charged and about to fire* [Die!] *and then there's a Naomi-sized hole in his chest* *optic shorts out due to shock, and then the Decepticon Second is keeling over, offline*
Astrotrain: *'oof's as he catches Naomi, and then he's checking her for damage, as he really doesn't want to catch heat from Ratchet*
Jean: ... That... had to hurt.
Naomi: *wiping her eyes with her hand, her delicate little chin firm* Is he gone?
Blitzwing: *kicks the body over onto its back* Yeah, he's gone.
Astrotrain: *showing a rare side of himself as he gently clicks and cuddles the Wust Fee girl*
Blitzwing: *clicks a bit himself, then looks toward the battle and transforms to tank mode. Opens his hatch* Give her here, 'Train. We've got a riot to suppress.
Astrotrain: *will gently set Naomi in Blitzwing's passenger compartment* Yeah... *gives the busted shell a good kick and then offers a hand to Havoc, complimenting the human on the damage already inflicted when he and Blitzwing showed up*
Jean: Thanks... I think. *out of ammo... will go to grab more nails before he's moving to climb onto Astrotrain's hand*
Blitzwing: *shuts his hatch and then turns to trundle toward the thickest of the fighting, from which the whooping of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, and a draconic shriek can be clearly heard* Hurry up.
Astrotrain: *laughs and then he's moving to follow Blitzwing in root mode*
Elsewhere
Tad: *fighting back to back with Maria after the pair of them have become separated from the rest of the unit and surrounded by chanting enemies* ...Was that a bazooka? None of us have rocket launchers... ack!
Maria: *in Portuguese* [Nooo idea, man! We're in deep this time!] *yelps and opens fire on one of the Decepticons when a shot grazes her cheek*
Tad: English, girl, Eng... @#$#$#@! *knocks Maria down and covers her with his body as all slag seems to break out around and over them*
Maria: *panicked stream of what is likely cursing*
Tad: *in the lull that follows, very softly as he looks up* Oh crud...
Maria: *lifts her head to look*
Soundwave: *looking down at the two humans, the gaze of his optic band strangely gentle as he focuses on Maria*
Maria: *blink blink* ... *quietly, not knowing what prompts the question* Johnny?
Soundwave: *turns away and vanishes into the smoke and dust kicked up by the battle*
Maria: ... *wonders if she's losing her mind*
Tad: *cautiously moves to his knees, scanning the area around them even as he pokes himself in the ear to see if he can contact the rest of the unit*
Maria: *looking around as she gets to her knees, and then to her feet*
Tracks: *zips overhead, and then lands and pops his passenger door* Get in and be quick!
Maria: *moves to do so without hesitation*
Tad: *scrambling and discovering he's got a foot that doesn't want to work, but follows Maria into the Cobra*
Overhead
Stormsong: {Starscream, I see more flyers coming!}
Starscream: *tearing through another drone* {More drones?}
Stormsong: {I'm sensing spark signatures.}
Rainbird: {So let's take care of that.}
Starscream: {Slaggit...} *calls Megatron something incredibly rude*
Windbreaker: *quietly, sounding ill* {More brainwashed kids?}
Beamrider: *snorts at him*
Whiplash: {Megs is seriously messed up in the processor for doing that slag to kids...}
Sunspot: *weebles in the air as Strafe roars past the Wing bellowing about hitting hard and fast* I don't feel so good. *and then squeaks his surprise as a pink Conehead suddenly PINs into the air next to him*
Dirge: *arrives with Mistglider, and down below, there are shouts of surprise from NEST and several Autobots*
Starscream: {Dirge! Mistglider! The fliers are sparklets!} *sounds sick*
Mistglider: *startled* {What do we do?}
Stormsong: *quietly* {What we have to.}
Starscream: *quietly, trying to keep the rage from his voice* {Megatron has to be stopped, if not for the desecration of our fallen siblings, then for the mistreatment of the sparklets.}
Thundercracker: {But he's not here, Screamer.}
Rainbird: *as the first wave of flyers hits* {No more time to talk!}
flyers: *small and fast, and thick as locusts. Unlike their ground bound brethren they don't chant, but their silence is deadly dangerous*
Starscream: *quick orders to disable if possible, and kill only as a last resort, and then he's diving into the thick of things*
Below
Smokescreen: *directing the warriors with Mama Wing's help*
McHale: *bellows as he catches sight of a very small black girl with a very big sub-machine gun* What the @#$#@# are KIDS doing on the field???
Hot Rod: *stops right in the midst of going toe to toe with a tank bot twice his height to glance up at Sundog, and then give McHale a 'did you just ask that?' look*
McHale: But they're kids!
Smokescreen: #And you're an idiot.# *opens fire on a 'Con that gets too close for his liking*
Mama Wing: *swoops overhead, her winged human mode catching the light as she wheels* #I've found Jason and Paris! They've got the rocket launcher over in the purple field!#
Smokescreen: #Gotcha! Do they need backup or does it look like they've got things in hand?#
Mama Wing: *as the distant whistle of a rocket is followed by an explosion* #They're good!#
Smokescreen: #Alright!# *proud of the warriors*
Sally: *sudden burst of gunfire and cursing from where she's holed up behind that battered looking pickup*
Smokescreen: *will remind Sally to mind her language later... will check to see if she needs backup or if she can handle what she's shooting at on her own*
X baby: *frothing at the mouth as it tries to pinpoint the source of sound and shots*
Smokescreen: *startled curse, moves to give his war chief some backup, since that thing looks like it could very well EAT Sally*
Gunsmoke: *hackles raised, growling in a way he's never growled before*
McHale: *looks to see what's got Gunsmoke acting weird* ...Oh, holy #$^$*&^$#%$&($#!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Strafe: *swoops low and lives up to his name, causing the xenoformer to whirl with a steam kettle hiss of rage and acid*
Silverbolt: *calling her sisters over their gestalt link, is soon flying in formation with the rest of the Aerialbots as they shift and change in mid-air...*
Superion: *may not be the brightest of Transformers... but is quite good at her job of protecting Autobots and Humans*
Sally: *winces as the big foot comes down and the toothy thing goes squish and boom, then looks to Papa Tin for orders. Ignores the shaky, pale-faced white guy and the growling dog*
Smokescreen: *points at McHale* #Keep that idiot safe.#
Sally: *looks at the white guy* #And the other guys that're with him?#
Smokescreen: #If you think they need protecting.#
Sally: *nods and darts away, the size of her gun slowing her down not at all*
Smokescreen: *attention back on the battlefield*
Superion: *dealing with Decepticons*
Menasor: *laughing his aft off and swinging an engine block on a chain over his head*
Superion: *just got slammed back by a massive 'Con... which is now missing a hand due to a blast from someone's scattergun*
Menasor: *pauses in the act of taking a swing at the 'Con and looks inquiringly toward the source of that shot*
Elderly human male: *looks quietly pleased with his weapon*
Menasor: *rumbles at him, and then turns just in time to get shot in the face. Roars and charges toward the shooter, swinging his pretty new toy!*
Nosecone: *pops out of the ground and transforms, then goes into a battle crouch*
ehm: *calmly, in a Germanic language* /Where might I find Beta?/
Nosecone: *turns to look at him alertly* /Do you need an English language pack, friend? Not many people here speak Swiss German./
ehm: *surprised* /Ah, yes, I suppose that would be beneficial.../
Superion: *walloping the 'Con in the head, pay her no mind*
Nosecone: /What model are you? I'll send the best format for your processor style./
ehm: *names off his model number, which is far older than anyone else's, aside from Beta's, possibly*
Nosecone: *transmits him a databurst* Welcome to Virginia, Alpha Trion, sir.
Alpha Trion: *chuckles once he's finished installing the language pack* I'm afraid I am not familiar with you, my dear...
Nosecone: I'm a Technobot. Nosecone is my Cybertronian designation, though I've yet to see the planet.
Alpha Trion: *nods, his eyes showing a hint of sadness* Ah, well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Nosecone.
Nosecone: *databursts the story of her origin, and who she and her brothers are being fostered by*
Alpha Trion: *see? Even the Guy With The Clue(tm) can be taken by surprise!*
Nosecone: *calculates swiftly, and then blows away the flyer that was just coming down at the Autobot elder, only to give a startled sound as Matt Lamont suddenly appears, a rifle in his hands and two Insecticons flanking him and clicking excitedly*
Matt: *nods to Nosecone* D-Dixie's 'elpin' w-wit' th-th' kids.
Nosecone: *relaxes* Aunt Dixie is here? Maybe we'll get to see her after the fight. *curious look at the Insecticons, and then blinks* Why... my memory files have been tampered with!
Alpha Trion: *concerned expression*
Matt: *blink blink* Th-th'se two w-were 'n th-th' f-front p-porch...
Nosecone: And they were here at the base at one point, but everyone seems to have forgotten them. *deep frown*
Insecticon 1: Nom?
Insecticon 2: Daddy? *looks around* Daddy?
Alpha Trion: *concern grows as he does a general comm hail* //It would appear that we have a situation at *provides coordinates*//
Nosecone: On it! *transforms and vanishes back into her tunnel*
bug 1: Nom?
bug 2: Daddy! :D
Thundercracker: *startled snatch of cursing from overhead as he dogfights with the Locusts*
Alpha Trion: *glances up, and looks quite concerned*
Starscream: *currently being mobbed by the swift Decepticon fliers*
Matt: *trying to get a good line of sight so he can pick off a few of the Cybertronians making a mess of Starscream*
bug 2: Daddy! *buzzes into the air and goes for the Locusts attacking Thundercracker*
Thundercracker: *impressive use of language as he tries to battle with his fists*
common channel: *suddenly full of music!*
Rainbird: What the @$@##$@?
Alpha Trion: *wonders who is filling the common channel with music*
Denver: *leaaaaning out of Tracks' window and taking aim at a few Locusts* *is trying to ignore the music for now*
Stormsong: ...That sounds like Skywarp musi...
Sundog: *slightly frantic youngster* MAMA!
Warps: *there!*
Thundercracker: *EXPLICATIVE!*
hsvSkywarp: *cackling and teleporting to pick off a few 'Cons* It's the END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT!!!
mgSkywarp: AND I FEEL FINE!!!! *pew pew pew!*
bug 1: *noms the pieces that fall on the ground*
jvSkywarp: *over here! No! Over here!*
mvSkywarp: *gonna defend her son!*
bbSkywarp: Whoa, bigScream! *gone! Over there!*
Starscream: *shoots almost straight up in an effort to rid himself of Locusts*
several Locusts: *suddenly fall from the sky as Bluestreak's nervous rambling fills the common chatter and forms a background to the music*
By the barn
Locust: *falls from the sky, nearly on top of Nightbird, transforms and tries to stagger to her feet, but then her big optics darken and she collapses*
Nightbird: *moving to turn the Locust onto her back*
Locust: *delicately featured small femme, obviously built for speed and maneuverability rather than humanoid looks. Tiny mouth, huge optics, and a wasp waist are the first things noticeable about her. Then comes the distressed song of the spark flickering in the shattered spark compartment*
Nightbird: *soothing sounds as she moves to try and help this poor femme*
Bumblebee: *shadow falls over the pair*
Nightbird: *hands shaking slightly as she works* *quietly* [That....slagger...]
Bumblebee: *soft, quizzical beep as she activates her holoform and sends it to check over the damaged bot*
Nightbird: *hands clenching tightly* [Sending sparklets to do his dirty work like the coward he is...]
Bumblebee: *quiet trill as she opens the dying femme's chest panels, and then a surprised sound as she spots something she doesn't recognize and pulls it off* *sets it aside, and then nearly faceplants with shock as every other Decepticon on the place suddenly vanishes*
Nightbird: *gets up without a word and slips off. She won't tell Bumblebee what else she noticed about the femme, but given just how much anger is radiating off of the former Decepticon Warlady, she might not have to...*
bigJack: *warily looking around and scanning the area* The slag just happened?
Joe: *frowning and looking around as well. Notices what parts of the fallen have vanished* ...They were fitted with recall buttons.
bbSkywarp: *rips over* ...END OF THE WORLD....
hsvSkywarp: AND I FEEL FIIIINE!!! *gleeful cackling*
Joe: *looks up* ...And Skywarp brought reinforcements.
Bumblebee: *calling to Red Alert for assistance as she tries to keep the Locust's spark from going out*
Red Alert: *PINpoints over from where he's doing minor field repairs*
Bumblebee: *softly* She's critical, but I think we can save her, Red Alert.
Red Alert: I'll get life support equipment. *goes to do so, and to let the crèche guardians know that the fight is over*
Rachel: *talking to Optimus on her cell phone from where she's still holding Desinex down* *gives Red Alert a concerned look* Who's hurt?
Red Alert: One of our attackers is critical, but Bumblebee thinks she can be saved.... *will call Kup and ask him to come down to the crèche when he's able to*
Bluestreak: *panicky over comms* //Can someone sit on Prowl or something, because I've never seen him act like that before and it's really scary, almost like he's gone feral but that couldn't be possible since he doesn't have that kind of programming and he looks really, REALLY mad about something...//
Autumn: *glances to Bert, worry clear on her face*
Irene: *from where she's curled around some sparklets and babies in a corner* Jazz... it ain't cheese.
Jazz: *soft clicks, moves to get up* I'll go 'n get 'im calmed down... *sounds worried for a good reason. Prowl's usually not the sort to fly off the handle* *PINpoints up to the battlefield*
Rachel: *calling Kup and telling him to report to the crèche* Kup's on his way.
Sharpshot: *curled up in a ball, is being held close by Mirage*
Mirage: *shaking with small tremors as he tries to help his mate fight off flashbacks*
Desinex: *slightly muffled* He called them back and he's not going to be happy because of the fight....
Irene: Sucks to be him. *wicked chuckle* The boss stuck a wrench in his gears.
Red Alert: *one last quick check of the group, and then he's gone topside with the life support equipment*
Dixie: *puzzled expression* Who ain't gonna be 'appeh?
Irene: The big not-cheese. *looks toward the door as Kup sticks his head in*
Kup: *faceplates set in a frown of concern as he chomps his cy-gar* What's the matter?
Desinex: *trying to get out from under Rachel* Sharpshot's stuck in her head, and the Decepticons're in for trouble...
Kup: *gives the blue femme a startled look* Desinex?
Rachel: *up and over to check on her bitties, who are cuddled in the group with Irene*
Desinex: *sitting up and regarding Kup with a quiet shrewdness that isn't normally present in her expression*
Kup: *frowns deeply and suspiciously*
Autumn: *going to try and help Mirage and Sharpshot* *quietly* It's been awhile since Desinex had to take on the higher functions...
Kup: *optics still warily focused on Desinex* Whaddya mean?
Desinex: *quietly* I used to be a firewall program... Then a situation happened... Sharpshot and I were separate personalities in one shell...
Kup: ...
Rachel: Late separated twins. The link between them's still really strong. *sitting and just holding babies and breathing*
Desinex: *nods in agreement with Rachel, before she's moving to try and help Sharpshot* *quietly* She wanted to help stop the Decepticons...
Kup: *hunkers down carefully and gently touches Sharpshot, his slightly faded optics showing his concern*
Rachel: *softly* Desi, are you up to telling Kup why you're so attached to him? Can you do it now?
Kup: *glances at Rachel with a frown, and then looks at Desinex*
Desinex: *small nod* *quietly* The Kup from this reality was the one who caught Sharpshot's spark when she came out of Vector Sigma... He was Father... *ducking her head slightly* And Sharpshot's first memories are most of what makes up my memories...
Kup: *mouth falls open slightly, his cy-gar teetering on the edge of a tumble*
Desinex: *quieter, almost hunkering down on herself* I didn't mean for that to happen...
Kup: *recollects himself* *quietly* Hey, chin up, kid. *reaches down to touch Sharpshot again, and then gently lifts her off the floor*
Sharpshot: *frightened sound, flail*
Mirage: *on his feet*
Desinex: *moves to climb up to Kup's hands and begins making reassuring sounds*
Kup: Shhhh. Easy, Sharpshot. Yer alright. *sticks out his elbow toward Mirage, offering the smaller mech a step up as he cradles the frightened femme close*
Mirage: *not as skilled at climbing as Desinex, but at least manages to make it up without falling*
Sharpshot: *optics white as she shivers* *flinches when Desinex begins to gently smooth her helm*
Desinex: *very soft clicks*
Kup: *awkward but gentle. Tries holding Sharpshot close to his chest as he's seen the mothers hold their small sparklets* *quiet and gruff* Easy, kid. I got ya. Yer alright.
Sharpshot: *quiet sound, turns her head slightly. Can hear a familiar spark...*
Desinex: *starting to lose the quiet shrewdness in her expression* *softly, as Mirage moves to smooth Sharpshot's helm* She's... coming back...
Kup: *gives Desinex a concerned look, feeling alarm at the change in her expression* Kid?
Desinex: *quietly* Sharpshot's coming back to herself....
Rachel: *reassuringly, without looking up from her youngest daughters* It's alright, Kup. Desinex is okay.
Kup: *frowns and hesitates, but then sees if he can't tuck Desinex in by her sister*
Desinex: *cuddles Sharpshot, expression going serene as she hears Kup's sparksong*
Sharpshot: *distress fading as she cycles air*
Rachel: Go sit down on that pile of pillows, Kup.
Kup: *absent grumble, but obeys, lowering his elderly frame carefully, and then leaning back against the wall with a sigh*
Sharpshot: *quiet for a little while, then, softly* You're really here....
Kup: ...Yeah, I'm really here.
Sharpshot: *ducks her head as she wibbles*
Desinex: *snuggles Sister* Kup and Mirage here... Sister safe now....
Kup: *absently clears his vox, and then tries using his shoulder to wipe the oil away from his optics*
Desinex: *clickstorm*
Sharpshot: *shutters her optics and snuggles against Mirage, Kup, and Desinex*
Mirage: *gently rubbing his mate's back and quietly reassuring her*
Kup: *clears his vocalizer again, and then sighs and settles more comfortably. In the next moment the old soldier's recharging peacefully as he holds his new daughters close*
Desinex: *splatsleep, purrrrr*
Sharpshot: *slips into recharge shortly thereafter, lulled by the purring of her sister and the sounds of her mate and her father's sparksongs*
Lockdown: *sees sisters napping on Mentor and wriggles free of the bitties laying on her, then goes over, climbs up, and snuggles too*
Rachel: *slight smile, and then sets her bitties down and goes to help Red Alert and Bumblebee repair people*
((co-written with random_xtras))