MBV. VT, The /Ark/, and the Sonoran Desert. Drift's Arrival

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Felicity: *fiddling with a pair of knitting needles and some yarn, is sitting in one of the chairs at a table while Sabrina and Susana pull books for one of their classes. Is wearing one of her newer landhausmode outfits, which she finished the other night... So now she's working on a bunny pattern scarf to give to Umeko*

Scarlet: *grumping quietly at being wolf-whistled at as she walked into the library... as she has been for the past hour and a half. Has one of her schoolgirl outfits on... the one with the plaid miniskirt... and one of her fancy pairs of boots*

Alicia: *frowning as she works on some of her homework. Chose to wear a pair of jeans, a band t-shirt, and her favorite utility corset today*

Sabrina: *pulls a final book from the shelf and brings it over to the table, is wearing an identical cotton sun dress to Susana's, but has opted for comfortable flip-flops instead of Chucks*

Susana: *heads over to another shelf to find another book for the class she's working on, two layers of blue cotton swirling around her legs as she moves*

Warren: *over talking to the young guy with the social phobias, who's been looking glummer than usual as he went from class to class with his dad at his side. Is wearing... jeans with big holes in the knees and an inside out superhero T-shirt*

Jamie: *comes walking in and goes over to Felicity. Has a shrink wrapped magazine in one hand and a couple boxes of gel pens and fine point sharpies in the other* Hey, Ferdy, I need help.

Felicity: *looks up from her knitting* Hm? *blink blink*

Warren: *pats his friend on the shoulder and comes over curiously* Hey, Jamie, what's up?

Jamie: *shows them the cover of his book, which has a solid colour cover over the photographic one. The title is 'Artistic Nudes 2011'* The guys who made this forgot to give the girls their bathing suits. Do you guys think you can fix it for me? I need the pictures to help me get people the right shape in my comic book project.

Felicity: *nods and sets her knitting aside for now* Sure. ^_^

Jamie: Well, you can't do it right now. *glances over at where Patrick is quietly muttering over a strange book he's found in a stack* Remember the library rules.

Felicity: *nods and ducks down to get her backpack open enough to put the book, sharpies and gel pens inside for the time being*

Warren: *watches, absently scooping Untalkative Bunny into his arms. Suddenly stops and looks at the toy, his eyes widening. Then grins and goes to talk to his friend with the social phobias again*

Sean: *goes over and looks at what Patrick's looking at* ...'The men of Twilight'?

Patrick: *quietly* Someone must have accidentally scooped this up with their library books... *so not amused*

Sean: *quiet snort at sight of a guy with a dorky hairdo* This is what people read for fun now days?

Patrick: Do they even read anymore? *sighs and goes to put the book in the 'Lost and Found' bin*

Sean: *grins and offers him a thin little hardback book with a red leather cover tooled lightly with gold* Some of us do. And this stuff's good.

Patrick: *raised brow as he studies the book cover*

book: *in cursive font* 'Drabble Rouser 3'

Patrick: *raised brow goes even higher as he googles 'Drabble', and then he's chuckling softly*

Sean: I just found out about this. The story's not really my thing, but it sounds like yours. *grinning*

Patrick: *more chuckle* I suppose so....

Sean: Well read some and see. *gathers up an armful of books* It's my library volunteer period anyway. *glances around for Will, who is also in the library this period*

Will: *trying to grab a book that's just out of reach*

Sean: *grabs the step stool on wheels and goes scooting on it over to his friend*

Patrick: *reading the book, is pleasantly surprised to find that the two little stories within are indeed drabbles written in script style, ending with a cliffhanger that has him curious about the rest of the story* *turns to the front page to see who wrote the book* *very soft snerk as he reads the author's name* *pings Rachel's comm*

Rachel: //Samuel, I don't know how to clean playdough out of spandex. Stop whining at me about your Speedo.//

Patrick: //...I don't even want to know...//

Rachel: //Ack! What do you want, Chief?// *laughter in her voice*

Patrick: //How goes the book deal?// *has a very amused tone to his voice*

Rachel: //Whut? Book deal?//

Patrick: //'Drabble Rouser 3'?//

Rachel: //Ohhhhhh. I just write the stories so Johnathon Mahony can play with his printing press and make books.//

Patrick: *chuckles over comms* //Can we expect a volume four then?//

Rachel: *laughs* //He's put out ten of them already.//

Patrick: *soft 'heh'* //Well then, it looks like I'll be checking with my usual supplier of interesting stories....//

Rachel: //The indi comics store hasn't got those. Jack checked the other day and asked Dan. Dan's never heard of them, so I think Johnny distributes them himself.//

Patrick: //Alright...// *more chuckle*

Col. Franklin: //Indi comics store?//

Patrick: //Yes... There's a place near the campus that specializes in independently produced comics. The worst stuff there's along the lines of Emilia's sense of humor.// *which is actually fairly funny in a good way*

Col. Franklin: *surprised silence. Then* //You didn't hit me as the comic books sort, Lt. Col. Oberson.//

Rachel: *cackles and then abruptly closes her link*

Patrick: //I'm a bit particular about what I will read, Col. Franklin.// *chuckles*

Col. Franklin: *sounds surprised at Rachel's reaction* //But still, comic books?//

Patrick: //Indi comics... They're a lot better, and more original, than what's available nowadays, Mike.//

Col. Franklin: //Better than Superman?// *doubtful*

Patrick: //I'll send you a box of the store's most popular projects.//

Col. Franklin: *sigh* //No. I don't have time to read. I called to let you know that Captain Ryan dropped a young Cybertronian off on Earth sometime this morning. Do you know a Drift?//

Patrick: //...Drift...// *quieter* //I heard that name when I was in Cybertron's core....//

Col. Franklin: //She said to contact her for more information.//

Patrick: //I'll do that...// *a bit worried now*

Col. Franklin: //No news on Corporal Grok's condition?//

Patrick: *quietly* //Still sleeping, the last I heard...// *worried about the Corporal*

Col. Franklin: //Ah. Well, I better get back to this paperwork.//

Patrick: //Alright... Oberson out.//

Col. Franklin: //Franklin out.// *line closes*

Patrick: *ducks his head a bit and pinches the bridge of his nose as he wonders whether things are going to start happening again...*

Meanwhile, at the Ark...

Lt. Johnson: *as she works on repairing part of the barn* Never thought I'd say this... It's too quiet without that blowhard Powerglide around....

Maria: *from where she's fixing part of the fence* Didn't he and his family go camping?

Rose: *snorts* Drivin' a motorhome ain't campin'. *checks on Bitsy, and then frowns into the coffee can full of toads she's hauled out of fence post holes* Even if it is that freaky Aztec thing.

Maria: Well, with how Powerglide was fussing, I'd figure he doesn't want his and Moonracer's kid getting bit by bugs.... *shrugs and hammers another nail in*

Rose: *peers down another post hole, and then uses her scooper on a stick to fish out the fat and disgruntled occupant* Bugs can't bite Misha, you doof.

Maria: :P *swats at a mosquito that just landed and tried to make a meal of her* .... Ewww... *wipes her hand on her jeans*

Rose: *smug in her scent of eau de furniture polish* He's like Naomi. *then pauses and frowns as she looks up and back*

Grok: *fully dressed in his uniform* *seriously* The medic says I am to assist your team.

Rose: Meep...

Elsewhere....

Drift: *looking out over the expanse of desert that surrounds the spot he's camping in. Yeah, the coordinates are the same aside from the reality code... but it kind of stings that there's no JOE base here...* So this is Earth, huh? What do you think, Wing?

Wing: *chasing big bug, looks up at sound of his name and mews, then picks up the bug and brings it to Friend*

bug: *wriggle!*

Drift: *chuckles and reaches to scritch Wing's ears* Silly Wing... I don't think that's the sort of bug that Tunnel Rat said was edible....

Wing: *perks ears and sets the bug down, then catches it again and looks up*

Drift: If you want it, go ahead... *is going to get some of the food he stored in the shuttle*

Wing: *watches Friend, then drops bug and prepares to follow him. Sudden stop and alert looking over that way*

Drift: *pauses mid-reach, looks over his shoulder as his optics narrow*

Wing: *curious little sound as he tucks his paws and wraps his tail around his feet*

Drift: *transforming to alt-mode, since he still has creaky spots and he's quieter in human mode* *will go investigate after getting a blade out of the storage compartment in the shuttle*

Wing: *flies up into the air and circles overhead, as Drift has taught him to do in these strange treeless places*

Pavel: *crouched near the camp stove and poking at what's supposed to be lunch with a roasting fork* *pulling funny faces*

Maja: *laughs softly as Misha makes a funny little sound and then chortles about it* You are such a funny boy. *kisses him on the fuzzy hair and then cuddles him close* Oh look, Pavel. There's a... really big bat?

Pavel: *looks up* Aren't bats nocturnal? *frowning as he sees the white shape* 'N not white?

Maja: *blinks and magnifies her vision* White? Oh... it is. But it looks like a bat. *watches the creature, which is circling over one spot*

Pavel: *frowning as he watches the creature* Stay here... I'll go check it out.... *moves to head for where the white creature is circling*

Maja: *feels uneasy as she watches him start away. Quick glances all around, and then goes and locks herself and Misha inside the Aztec*

Wing: *sees that person. Dives down to start the guiding dance to Friend, ready to show him what he sees*

Drift: *wary and on alert now, will move to see what Wing is guiding him to*

Pavel: *brandishing the roasting fork like a sword, isn't sure what to expect as he edges closer to where the white creature is*

Wing: *swoops up and circles over the person, his wings glinting in the sunlight*

Drift: *keeping silent until he can get a good loo-Oh, another person?* *blink blink*

Pavel: *surprised as he gets a good glimpse of the creature* *to Maja* //...It's a cat... with wings...//

Maja: //What? But... I've never seen anything like that in any of the files on Earth's animals.//

Pavel: //I know what I'm seeing...// *and then he's acking and stumbling back a few steps*

Drift: *raised brow, snerk*

Maja: *worried* //Pavel? What happened? I've called the Ark.//

Pavel: *grump* //Some stupid slagger....//

Drift: *sticks his blade where it won't stab him or the guy on the ground, moves to help him to his feet* Easy....

Pavel: //Crazy %$$%$%ing humans....// *issa grump*

Maja: //...Pavel, Mr. Oberson says he's on his way.//

Pavel: //Alright...// *still a bit of a grump* *to Drift* Who the slag're you supposed to be?

Drift: *blinks a bit. Didn't know humans knew Cybertronian curse words* My name's Drift...

Wing: *soft rush of wind past Pavel's head, and then lands on Drift's shoulder, where he drapes with his wingpaws on Friend's chest and looks alertly at the stranger. Chirps*

Pavel: *blink blink at Wing* *raised brow*

Drift: *reaches up to scritch Wing's ears* This is my traveling partner, Wing.

Patrick: *over comms, on the common channel* //...I think whatever was being cooked is kaput at this point...//

Maja: //Oops...//

Pavel: //.... Greaaaat...//

Drift: *blink blink* If you need food, I have some...

Pavel: //...This guy ain't what he seems...// *wary now*

Patrick: *over a private line* //Did he give you a name, Pavel?//

Pavel: //Yeah... Says he's Drift....//

Patrick: //...Stay there. I'll be right over.// *arriving in a PINflash*

Drift: *startles and steps back*

Wing: *in the air again and circling warily*

Patrick: *soothing clicks as he holds his hands up to show he's not armed*

Drift: *frowning as he studies Patrick*

Pavel: *looking back and forth between Patrick and Drift*

Patrick: *gently* Drift?

Drift: *wondering to himself how this new arrival knows his name* Yes?

Patrick: *small smile* Welcome to Earth...

Pavel: .... //... 'Parently, the guy's new to Earth...//

Drift: *blink blink, a bit surprised at that greeting* Er...

Patrick: Captain Ryan let Col. Franklin from NEST know that the Pretty Sailor dropped you off this morning.

Maja: //...Is he one of us?// *head tilted as she lays in the back of the SUV curled around Misha and listens to the Autobot common channel*

Pavel: //I think he might be... The way the Chief's talking, it kinda sounds that way....//

Drift: *warily studying Patrick, will softly trill to Wing*

Patrick: *will transform, earning a surprised blurt from Drift*

Wing: *had been coming down, but at the transformation shoots straight up in the air with furpoof!*

Drift: *attention firmly on Optimus' badge* You're an Autobot...

Optimus: *nods* My designation is Optimus Prime.

Drift: *expression brightens. Remembers hearing Megatron curse Optimus' name off and on over the stellar cycles*

Optimus: *to Pavel* Drift is not a threat. *amusedly* You might want to think about going back to fix something else for your lunch though....

Pavel: //...Optimus says the guy's not a threat....// *slight frown as he nods*

Maja: //Oh, I'm glad!//

Drift: *remembers he was going to give the guy some food* Hang on... *more trills for Wing, scoots to get some of the food he brought with him*

Wing: *lands on the side of the pod shuttle and hunkers down in catloaf, unbothered by the heat of the little ship's skin*

Drift: *gets some of the stored meat, some fruit, and some of the veggies that he traded for. Then he's hurrying back and offering the items to Pavel, a small grin on his face* There're bananas too...

Pavel: Er... Thanks.... *a bit confused now, but will accept the offered food*

Optimus: *chuckles as Pavel moves to head back to the Aztec* *will return his attention to Drift and explain about the Ark base, extending an invitation to the youngster*

Drift: *nods, and then he's looking worried* Will Wing be welcome there?

Optimus: *optics twinkling a bit* I think he'll fit right in with the rest of the cats on base... Including the ones who aren't really cats...

Drift: *puzzled look in his dark blue-grey eyes*

Optimus: You'll see what I mean when we get there... *returns to alt-mode and calls Rachel*

Rachel: //Corny Operettas anonymous, Yum Yum speaking.// *yeah, guess what she's watching on the med ward TV*

Patrick: //Think you can tear yourself away from daytime soaps long enough to give a new arrival a checkup?//

Rachel: //Chief, Gilbert and Sullivan never wrote soap operas.//

Patrick: //The question still stands... Are things quiet in the med ward? We've got a new arrival, and I'm not sure what his condition is aside from him being up and about... He seems in pretty good health, but I'm no medic...//

Rachel: //The only exciting thing that's happened since you pinged last was Grok getting up and coming out to find out where he was.// *chuckle* //Send your new guy in.//

Patrick: *perks up* //We'll be there soon. Patrick out.// *will send Col. Franklin a message to update him on Corporal Grok's condition*

Rachel: //Rachel out.//

Col. Franklin: //Rachel let me know, Patrick.// *sounds distracted* //Hey... do you know how to get strawberry jam handprints off official papers?//

Patrick: //Er... no... Sorry...//

Drift: *headtilts slightly as he watches Patrick, one of the bananas he brought with him in hand*

little Franklin: *in the background* //Crockup.//

Col. Franklin: //I don't know where you got that, but you're right.//

Patrick: *snerks* //Well, it wasn't me... I'll be bringing Drift and his pet cat to the Ark base shortly, so I'll let you go for now, Mike...//

Col. Franklin: //Whoops. Alright, Patrick. Franklin out.// *click*

Wing: *sits up curiously and makes a single little click*

Patrick: *soft chuckle, clicks to Wing* Hello there....

Drift: That's my traveling partner, Wing...

Patrick: *nods, chuckling softly* Do you need to pack?

Drift: Ah... other than the food, no... *hustles to do that, will offer Wing some meat as he stores noms away for the moment*

Patrick: *moves to help* Will he be frightened by PINpointing?

Drift: He doesn't like it too much, but if I hold him, he's more okay with it...

Wing: *nomming the food and purring, though before he eats he calls for Kitty and the kittens as he usually does*

Patrick: *small nod, remembering Pumpernickel's furpoof reaction* *looks up as Wing calls*

Drift: *scritchies for Wing, will try coaxing the cat closer for the trip*

Wing: *slides down the side of the pod shuttle, confident that Friend will catch him*

Drift: *catches Wing easily and cuddles the wingcat, butt against the skin of the shuttle* We're ready.

Patrick: *nods and brings Drift, Wing, and the shuttle to the Ark front entrance, chuckling when Jake's button quail all duck into their outside home before peeking out again*

Wing: *too busy holding on with claws to notice the quick little birds*

Drift: *soothing scritchies and trills*

Wing: *takes a moment, but finally relaxes and purrs, his eyes closing as he leans into the scritching*

Rose: *looks over from dumping her can of toads into the tomato bed nearby. Brow quirk*

Maria: *blink blink at the shuttle in front of the barn* Okay then....

Patrick: *nods to Rose and Maria, will move to escort Drift into the barn and to the lift* The head medic's expecting us... *over comms, to Rachel* //We're on our way down now, Rachel.//

Rachel: *gives him a quote from 'The Mikado' by way of reply*

Patrick: *soft snerk*

Drift: *looking around in slightly wide-eyed wonder as he steps onto the lift, still scritching Wing*

Wing: *suddenly very alert and curious. Quizzical chirp*

Usagi: *looks up, her little invisible eyebrows lifting as her armful of sushi cats wriggle and look at the newcomer from funny angles*

Drift: *blink blink, small smile as he crouches* *gently* Hello there...

Usagi: *sucks in breath, but then bows slightly* Herr... Hello.

grey Sushi cat: *paws at Wing's face*

Usagi: *stops him, muttering an apology to the white wingcat*

Patrick: *as he crouches as well* Usagi, this is Drift, and his friend, Wing.

Usagi: *so shy, but so determined to be polite* This small one is honored to meet you, Drift-san, Wing-san.

Sushi cats: *look CUTE*

Drift: *gently* It's very nice to meet you, Usagi. *soft little clicks for the sushi cats*

orange Sushi cat: *blinks, and then bobs his little head like he's been taught*

Usagi: *face brightens when she sees this, and she softly praises the kitten*

Drift: *eyes sparkling with delight as he continues to click happily*

Wing: *is going to paw at these funny little babies. They look so strange, but he's been interested in kittens since Drift made it clear that Kitty's babies were his concern*

Usagi: *and then she looks around as the elevator door opens and the sound of singing echoes down the hall*

Wing: *sits up in Drift's arms. Curious chatter*

Drift: *softly reminding Wing to be gentle with these babies... and then he's looking up to see what's going on*

Patrick: *stands up and moves to hold the door open, frowns down the hall*

voices: *male, and loud* Lukey's boat is painted green, aha, me b'ys!

Patrick: *will gently usher Usagi, the sushi cats, Drift, and Wing out of the elevator before moving to investigate*

Blaster: *laughs as he helps Seamus and some of the Seekers push Kup's alt mode down the hall. Is singing as loudly as the rest*

Patrick: ... *facepalm*

Drift: *blink blink, snerrrrk. Is reminded of Heavy Duty and Tunnel Rat dorking about*

Kriti: *peeking out of the room she ducked into to work on schoolwork and giving the grown-ups a "You're all mental" look*

Usagi: *opting to scoot back inside the elevator with the Sushi cats, thank you*

Kriti: *will scoot for the elevator, schoolbooks in tow*

guys: *push Kup past, revealing that Lockdown and Destiny are sleeping soundly in his cab* *still singing at the top of their voices*

Patrick: *amazed that the guys' singing hasn't woken Destiny or Lockdown yet* *shakes his head and moves to guide Drift to the med ward after Kriti tells him that she and Usagi will be just fine in the elevator*

Rachel: *perched on the first examining table, her eyes glued to the TV*

Ravage: *sitting beside her and similarly glued*

both: *chortling*

Patrick: *throat clearing sound*

Drift: *looking around, just a bit cautious now*

Rachel: *glances over* Hmm? Ready when you are, Drift. *grin*

Ravage: *IGNORE and watch TV*

Wing: *leaning back over Drift's shoulder to try and see those singers some more* *chatters softly*

Drift: *blink blink, surprised to see that the medic's a female* *gently sets Wing down so he can go investigate the singers* *will move to approach Rachel*

Rachel: *grins as she gets up* *quietly* We've been wondering when you'd get here, sport. I'm glad you're alright. *grin widens slightly* And already with a local alt mode.

Drift: *nods, wondering to himself who this lady is, to already know who he is* *quietly* How do you know who I am?

Rachel: We've been getting reports about you since you left Cybertron. Captain Ryan let the Chief know where you were, and who you used to be.

Tea: *comes in holding Shockwave's busted optic* Hey, look, I found a crystal ball.

Drift: *blink blink, looks at Tea* .... Huh....

Patrick: *to Tea* Any luck on the decrypting?

Tea: *dryly* The only problem I'm having with it is how boring this guy was.

Patrick: I can only imagine....

Tea: He actually thought in trinary code. *rolls eyes, but then looks down at the optic in her hands and snerks*

Patrick: ...Do you want me to ask Merlin and Kia to look over the data?

Tea: *blinks and looks up* What for?

Patrick: It's trinary code.

Drift: .... *glances to Rachel. Is this normal?*

Tea: *snort* I can read trinary, Chief. It's just boring as Pit.

Rachel: *smiles at Drift and pats the table beside Ravage*

Patrick: Exactly... They'd have fun reading it, till they realized what they were reading.

Drift: *moves to lean against the table*

Rachel: No, get up and lay down. *looks over her shoulder*

Tea: *giving Patrick a stink eye*

Rachel: *snerks and turns back to Drift*

Drift: *carefully climbing up onto the table now, making sure to not bump Ravage, since that wouldn't be very nice*

Patrick: *ignoooores your stink eye, Tea* *to Rachel* Blaster and a few other bored mechs are pushing Kup around while he's in alt mode and singing "Lukey's Boat"....

Rachel: I know. That was their tenth pass. *transforms so she can use all her scanners on Drift*

Drift: *blink blink, recognizes Ratchet now* *has a few still-healing cracks in his frame, albeit small ones. Also has a teleporter installed in his frame, as well as a mod that's similar to the ones Merlin made*

Ratchet: *gently pushing Wing out of the way* Hel-lo. Who gave you your fuel mod?

Tea: *sudden Bart Simpson chuckle and databursts a file to Patrick*

Drift: *quietly* A friend of mine from a different reality.

Ratchet: *perks* So you've been reality hopping, have you?

Drift: *nods* *softer* I want to go back to the reality that I met my friends in as soon as possible... There's someone I left behind on accident when the portal closed behind me....

Patrick: *frowns as he accepts the databurst* *startled blurt as he reads Shockwave's notes on an experiment*

Ratchet: *looks over her shoulder* Chief?

Tea: >D

Patrick: *databursts Ratchet what Tea sent him, is giving Tea a Look*

Ratchet: *instinctively refuses the file* I probably don't want to know.

Patrick: *nods*

Drift: *watching the medic and Patrick with confusion*

Ratchet: *turns back to him and sees his expression* Don't worry about it, sport. The Chief was just trying to share some of the late Shockwave's thoughts.

Drift: *frown* Shockwave's gone?

Ratchet: He's scrap metal. *quirks one brow plate*

Drift: *snort* Good.

Tea: He stepped in front of a Crazy Train. *snerk*

Ratchet: *turns and quirks a brow at Tea. Still wants to know exactly how the Decepticon CO2 bought the farm*

Drift: *blink blink* *puzzled look at Tea's words*

Tea: *just starts playing 'Crazy Train' as she turns and heads back for the room she's working in*

Ratchet: So Astrotrain had something to do with it? *looks at Patrick*

Patrick: I guess.....

Drift: *blink blink blink* Astrotrain survived?

Ratchet: *turns back* Oh yeah. He's here, hanging around with Blitzwing. Just like old times.

Drift: *and now he's a bit wary*

Patrick: Blitzwing and Astrotrain are part of the Destron forces here... The Destrons and the Autobots have an alliance.

Drift: *headtilt* Destrons?

Patrick: *nods* Those who oppose Megatron, but aren't Neutrals, and aren't Autobots... Nightbird is the leader.

Ratchet: So how did you get these cracks? I can't think of anything that could have caused this damage pattern.

Drift: *sheepish* I was running an obstacle course and mis-stepped... Got caught in the chest by one of the obstacles.... Heavy Duty had KP duty for a week.....

Ratchet: *blinks* Oh now I see it. You slipped going over a wall, didn't you?

Drift: *sheepish nod* Wouldn't have slipped if the ground wasn't slick from the jell-o and glitter bombs Tunnel Rat threw at Heavy Duty and me...

Ratchet: Jello and glitter bombs? *face palm*

Tea: *cackling* Hey, Chief, Kup just woke up and backfired on the guys. There's a lot of smoke.

Patrick: *snerk* They deserved that.

Drift: *nods* Lime jell-o. :3

Tea: Yeah, but somebody needs to go avert the riot. *still laughing*

Ratchet: *attention torn between Tea and Drift* What was he throwing jello for?

Drift: *as Patrick heads out of the ward* Well, it was part of the training exercise... And those weren't all of the charges we had to dodge.

Ratchet: Wait wait. *laughing now* You're telling me that this Tunnel Rat guy made lime jello into part of a live fire training exercise?

Drift: *nods* Heavy Duty didn't think it was very funny...

Tea: *eyes suddenly gleam with ideas as she slips from the room*

Ratchet: *without turning* Blaster, don't even think about it. *attention back to Drift* So what are these guys? Did you find the Ark in that reality?

Drift: *headshake* *quietly* They were soldiers at one point.... Now they're tributes to the people they represent....

Ratchet: *stops short in her scanning and looks at his face* *frown* What do you mean?

Drift: *softly* The people they're tributes to died fighting....

Ratchet: *intakes sharply* What kind of tribute?

Drift: *quietly* Living... *and now he'll shut up*

Ratchet: *confusion clear on her face* I'm going to need to open you up, just to do a little touch up on those cracks. And then I'll need to do a little work on your joints.

Drift: I'll get down then... *moves to get up so he can transform*

Ratchet: *scoops up Wing and Ravage, and then looks down at her feet* Steeljaw, don't you have better things to do than to try to get hair to stick to my ankles?

Steeljaw: Mrrrpt?

Drift: *snerks and carefully steps over Steeljaw, before making sure he's clear to transform*

Ratchet: Don't act innocent, you walking rug. *drops Ravage on her mate*

Wing: *looking down at this not cat who is making cat sounds* o.o?

Steeljaw: :P

Drift: *carefully moving to sit down so he can lay back and let the medic work*

Ratchet: *forgets herself and drops Wing on Steeljaw too*

Wing: *ohwoweek. Pause. HAAIIIIII!*

Steeljaw: Mrrpt? *will try and touch noses with this new arrival*

Wing: *nose. Chirp?*

Drift: *soft chuckle*

Steeljaw: *kitty chuckle is a go*

Ratchet: *eyebrow quirks as she watches* It's amazing how fluffy a short haired cat can get when it's surprised.

Drift: *snerk* Yeah....

Ratchet: Alright, now let's have a look at you. *opens his chest and sets to work gently injecting nanosealant into the cracks. Then wonders if anyone's told Nightbird that Drift is here and who he is. Pings the Warlady*

Nightbird: *quietly* //Yes, Ratchet?// *is still in a Mood*

Ratchet: //Did anybody tell you Deadlock's here?//

Nightbird: //...No....//

Ratchet: *grumbles at self* //Sorry about that. I got distracted by 'The Mikado'.//

Nightbird: *quiet. This could be a good thing, or a bad thing...*

Ratchet: *softly* //He's adorable.//

Nightbird: //...// *would be giving you a raised brow look if she were in the room, Rachel*

Drift: *wondering to himself at the medic's silence*

Ratchet: //Seriously, Xiaobei. He's not the angry brat anymore. Something's happened.// *looks over at Drift's face, and then smiles and gently touches his helm in a motherly way*

Nightbird: //...// *PINpoints to just outside the med ward, and then she's transforming and entering the room*

Drift: *attention going to the door*

Ratchet: *humming now as she works away on those cracks* *doesn't look around at the Warlady, though Wing does from where he's sitting by Steeljaw and Ravage*

Xiaobei: *moves to approach, is studying Drift as she walks around him*

Drift: *watching the woman curiously and noting her similarities to the Clarksons and to Tunnel Rat*

Destiny: *is that upset screech just down the hall... and then she's scampering into the med ward and seeking out her mama*

Ratchet: Wow! *sets down the sealant syringe and hops over the cats to hurry and hug her distraught sparklet* Hey, baby. What's wrong?

Destiny: *clickstorm, fuss, whine. Smells a bit like backfire*

Ratchet: ... *sniff* *face palm* Shhh. Desti. *rubs her back gently*

Destiny: *fuss fuss fuss.... Trails off as she sees Drift* *blink blink blink* *clickstorm*

Ratchet: *follows her gaze and grins, then looks over to see what Drift and Xiaobei are doing*

Xiaobei: *talking quietly to Drift and reassuring him that she's not mad at him.... Just the opposite, in fact. The pride in her voice is quite apparent*

Drift: *very soft clicks, is wibbling slightly*

Ratchet: *grins* //I told you, Xiao.//

Xiaobei: //So you did...// *soft clicks as she smooths Drift's helm*

Ratchet: *gently leads Destiny over there* Drift, this is my daughter Destiny. Desti, do you think you can wait a little while I finish working on Drift?

Destiny: *clickstorms at Drift and gets clicked at in return*

Drift: *and then he's got a Desti snuggling his arm*

Xiaobei: *blink blink, very soft snerk*

Ratchet: *back to the chest work* Why don't you show him your babies?

Destiny: *huff, snuggles Drift's arm even more* No.

Ratchet: Okay. *work work* *finishes with the cracks and sets the syringe aside, then moves up to gently remove Drift's helm*

Drift: *slight squirm*

Destiny: *snuggle, reassuring clicks*

Ratchet: *turns the helm over and looks at the inside* Yeck. You've been eating minerals right?

Drift: *nods* Yeah... why?

Ratchet: *drops the helm and watches it crack* Eat more.

Drift: *blink blink blink*

Wing: *sniffs the cracked helm and then goes to sit in it*

Ratchet: *gently dissuades the wingcat, and then picks up the bit of damaged armor*

Destiny: *fusses*

Xiaobei: *frowns* What sort of minerals does he need, Ratchet?

Ratchet: I'd say what we have in our pregnancy supplement, some of those oil bars they make for refugees, and a good dose of Cybertonum. *frowns into the helm, and then starts to repair the crack*

Xiaobei: *nods and goes to see what can be done about that*

Ratchet: Don't worry, slugger. It looks like most of your plating's come through better than this has. *grin for Drift, and then soothing clicks for Destiny*

Destiny: *loving upon Drift*

Drift: *nod* High Tech and Heavy Duty made sure of that...

Ratchet: Yeah? *work work work, click click click. Boot a hairy cat*

Drift: *another nod* High Tech installed my mod... and Heavy Duty put together mineral balls for me to eat... *small grin* Snake Eyes introduced me to new foods and so did Tunnel Rat....

Ratchet: Huh. Sounds like they had some experience with Cybertronians. *tilts the helm and looks at it from a different angle, and then sets to work again, once more booting Steeljaw as she does so*

Drift: ... *quietly* Yeah.... *soft sigh as he thinks again of Fire Robo and the Aider Robos*

Destiny: *gentle cheek patpat. You no has sad, new bubby, kk?* *click*

Ratchet: So which reality is it? Do you know the coordinates? *soft clicks for Destiny*

Drift: *nods* I've got the coordinates for where I came into their reality, and where they live....

Ratchet: *looks up* Show me?

Drift: *databursts the coordinates*

Ratchet: *nearly drops the helm on Steeljaw* Colonel Pax's 'verse.

Steeljaw: *protests! And herds Ravage and Wing away from Ratchet's feet*

Drift: Colonel Pax? *blink blink*

Ratchet: Yeah, the Optimus of that reality.

Drift: ... *blink blink blink, makes a note to let Connie know about this*

Ratchet: Which reminds me, I have to check in with Major Dumbledore.

Drift: *slight headtilt* Who's that?

Ratchet: Bumblebee. *last check for the helm, and then stifles a not-cuss as a piece breaks off in her hand*

Drift: ... *wondering to himself if First Contact knows those Autobots* Is she sick?

Ratchet: *quietly* She's carrying.

Drift: *blink blink*

Destiny: New baby on the way....

Drift: Oooooh....

Ratchet: And she is a baby. The bots of that reality are in human shells. *sighs at the helm* I'm going to have to put some serious work into this. Will you be alright with a plastic temporary one?

Drift: Alright....

Ratchet: Great. *slight grin* Desti, do you think we have one the right size in storage?

Destiny: *slight headtilt as she studies Drift for a few moments, and then she's scooting to the storage room and going to get the helmet*

Ratchet: So, if your friends didn't know the Autobots... *sudden frown* Are they Decepticons?

Drift: *frown, headshake* No.... Connie thought I was an enemy when I first arrived though.... *pauses* And they've mentioned a gang that wears the 'Con symbol...

Ratchet: *absorbs this, remembering what the Autobots of that sister reality have said about Soundwave's followers. Then* Connie?

Drift: *nods* First Contact...

Ratchet: *slight frown. Head to one side and facing very slightly upward though her optics stay focused on him* Who's that?

Drift: She's the one who helps Tunnel Rat and everyone else....

Ratchet: She's Cybertronian?

Drift: *slow nod, wondering just what Ratchet's gonna do*

Ratchet: *scratches her nose* Autobot?

Drift: *shrug* I don't know...

Destiny: *scooting out of storage with a spare helm, clicking up a storm*

Ratchet: Well, if she thought you were the enemy, and her team fights guys with the purple face, I guess she must be. *turns to praise Destiny, and then gives an involuntary snerk when she sees the shape of the helm*

Destiny: *clickstorming happily as she holds out the helm to Mama*

Steeljaw: *kitty chuckles*

Ratchet: *takes the helm and looks at it, her mouth twitching* Is this all we have, baby?

Destiny: *slight nod*

Ratchet: *stifles another snerk, and then turns and shows the helm to Drift* What do you think?

Drift: *blink blink* *small grin* I'd look kinda like Wing....

Ratchet: Heh. Yeah. A white guy with kitty ears.

Steeljaw: *amused tail twitch*

Destiny: *clickstorm*

Ratchet: *moves to help the tall white youngster slip the helm onto his head* Now I just need to work on your joints a little. And figure out who gets to keep you.

Destiny: *huffs and scoots over to Drift, will cling to his arm*

Ratchet: Um, Desti. We don't have anymore sleeping spaces.

Destiny: *more huff, setting up to fuss*

Kup: *comes stomping in at that moment, Lockdown under one arm and his cy-gar chomped tightly. Stops stock still when he sees the bot on the floor* Drift?

Ratchet: *mouth falls open slightly*

Drift: *blink blink* *slight headtilt*

Destiny: *squeal!*

Kup: *comes closer, his optics bright and his mouth twitching slightly* You native ta this reality, kid?

Drift: *nods, wondering to himself about the question* Yessir...

Kup: You got anywhere ta bunk yet? *yes, Drift, that's affection you're seeing there*

Drift: Er... We were trying to figure that out while Ratchet works on my joints... But I think Destiny wants to keep me....

Kup: *slight grin* Destiny's mine.

Drift: *blink blink, glances at Destiny, who nods and clings to his arm* *soft 'heh'*

Kup: My team's called the Wreckers. We're the frontliners.

Drift: *slight headtilt, looks interested*

Kup: *names his one native Destron member* You ever hear'a Road Queen?

Drift: *blink blink, small nod* She's a legend in the 'Con forces....

Destiny: *clickstorm, fuss, beeeeg yawn*

Kup: She's a Wrecker. *reaches his free hand for Destiny, automatically responding to her yawn*

Drift: *will try and get Destiny to go to Kup*

Destiny: *fussing even more now* No! Bubby hurt!

Ratchet: No. Bubby just needs a bit of work. He's actually not hurt anymore. Besides. You gave him a kitty hat. Doesn't that fix everything?

Destiny: *wibbling and on the verge of throwing another fit due to tiredness mixing with worry for Drift*

Kup: *quickly yanks something out of storage* Look, kid. Here's your pink blanket. How about we give that to Drift, and you come here?

Destiny: *blinkblink, small nod, wibbles and scoots to Papa*

Kup: *drops the blanket over Drift's open chest, and then scoops Destiny up and holds her close, tucking the still sleeping Lockdown beside her* There, now that's better, ain't it?

Destiny: *wibbles and snuggles Papa. Clickstorms and yawns more*

Drift: *soft clicks for Destiny*

Kup: *is softly clicking too, his gruff old face gentle as he does the things that Destiny herself has taught him*

Ratchet: *busy putting silicon lubricant in joints*

Destiny: *sleepyface, closes her eyes and clicks softly*

Kup: *going to go sit on the far table and just rumble for his sparklets*

Destiny: *conks out and goes dishrag limp*

Drift: *watching Destiny sleep, worry clear in his optics*

Ratchet: *looks over and sees his expression* What's wrong, slugger?

Drift: *quietly* Is she alright?

Ratchet: *chuckles* She's sleeping.

Drift: I can see that... *slight frown as he tries to think of how to word what he means* She doesn't act like an adult.....

Ratchet: Oh. *slight chuckle* No. She's just a sparklet.

Drift: *blink blink blink* *surprised by that*

Ratchet: Locky there's just a babby too. *finished with the joints, comes back to have a look at the sealant in the cracks in his chest*

Drift: *more blink blink* Huh.... *sealant has mostly set, since he's not tried to move around too much*

Ratchet: You're a good patient. Just hold still a little longer.

Drift: *very soft snerk* High Tech and the others would argue with you about that... *quieter* I didn't stay put very long at one point....

Ratchet: *quizzical look as she waits for the story*

Drift: *quietly* There are others from a different reality to the team... They died in their reality.... *and here's a hint of regret in his voice* When I returned to this reality, I accidentally left them behind... The portal closed before I could bring them through...

Ratchet: *stops* Exiles, huh?

Kup: *looks up from watching the girls sleep*

Drift: *blinks at the unfamiliar term*

Kup: *quietly* She means people like me that got yanked outta their own place right when they would'a ben killed... and then can't ever go back.

Drift: *attention going to Kup, surprise clear in his optics*

Kup: I'm not the Kup from this reality, kid. He died before I ever showed up.

Drift: *quietly* Oh... *yes, he'd heard of Kup... and what a thorn in Megatron's side the old security mech had been...*

Destiny: *absent murmur of 'Papa' as she sleeps*

Kup: *softly* Shhh, kid. I'm right here. *looks back up at Drift* I hear he had a date he didn't wanna put off anymore.

Ratchet: *snorts at him*

Drift: *quieter* Oh...

Kup: *thinks he's confusing the youngster* You need anything? For your berth?

Drift: *headshake*

Kup: Alright. You can have the room next ta mine. *gets to his feet to go get the place ready, intending to put Lockdown and Destiny down on his berth in the meantime*

Drift: *small nod, glances to Ratchet to see if he can go*

Ratchet: *checks the sealant again* Go on, sport. *pat pat*

Wing: *washing Steeljaw's face. ...And sitting on him*

Ravage: *ROTFLing*

Steeljaw: *squirming and trying to get away. Does not want face washin's, kthx!*

Drift: *soft trill as he sits up*

Ratchet: *sees the cats and cracks up, her hands to her midriff as she hoots*

Drift: *more trill for Wing, clicks softly* C'mon, Wing...

Wing: *looks up and mews, then flies up to sit on Friend's shoulder*

Ravage: *laughs and rolls around some more*

Drift: *scritchies for Wing as he moves to head out of the ward*

Ratchet: Drift, wait a bit. *grabs a handful of the pregnancy supplements, and another of Oreo minis* Here. I'll see you later, okay? Welcome to Earth.

Drift: *blink blink, nods as he accepts the supplements and Oreo minis* Thanks... *looks for Kup, hoping that the older mech hasn't gone too far ahead*

Kup: *down on one knee in front of the elevator, the door of which is being held open by a large purple hand* Would'ya look at that? Usagi gave that to you?

Kriti: *nods, grinning as she carefully positions a little mint green and brown resin dragon doll* He's colored like Grandmother's favorite candy....

Drift: *headtilt as he approaches, peeking over Kup's shoulder*

Blitzwing: *looks up from Kriti and Usagi as Drift approaches and quirks a brow plate at the youngster. Nods to him and then looks back down at the little girls again with unmistakable father pride on his craggy old face*

Drift: *nods to Blitzwing, remembering what Ratchet said*

Kup: That chocolate mint stuff. *nods* He's like those toys of Sarah's, only shaped like a different kinda person.

Usagi: *looks up* Are dragons people?

Kriti: *nods, eyes sparkling with delight*

Usagi: Ohhhh. I thought it was an animal. Like my kitten. *takes out the little flat fabric doll that is her constant companion*

grey Sushi cat: *looks down from where he and his brother are cuddled in Blitzwing's other hand*

Blitzwing: *to Kup* Who's the kid?

Kup: *looks over his shoulder* This' Drift.

Blitzwing: *looks at the white bot* Who's Drift? *thinks the kid's face looks familiar somehow*

Drift: *quietly* Did you ever know Deadlock?

Blitzwing: *startles visibly* What the... *his optics say he recognizes you now, Drift*

Drift: Deadlock is gone. He'll never return.

Blitzwing: *quietly* Can't say I'm gonna miss him.

Drift: *slight smile* I'm inclined to agree with you.

Blitzwing: *cracks a slight grin, then nods down at the tiny Japanese girl that Drift met earlier* My granddaughter, Bunny.

Drift: *nods* We met while I was in alt mode...

Usagi: *peeks up with interest, then becomes shy and vanishes behind Grandfather's leg*

Drift: *very soft clicks for Usagi, will move to nudge Wing to indicate that the cat needs to move for the moment*

Wing: *looks at Friend to see what he wants Wing to do*

Drift: *gently lifts Wing off of his shoulder and sets him on Kup's back for the moment* *will transform once his hands are free*

Kup: Ack! Hey.

elevator: *buzzes!*

Blitzwing: Get your rusty skidplate in here already, Kup.

Drift: *soft trill and holds his hands out to Wing*

Wing: *hops over and purrs*

Kup: *stands once the cat's off, and carefully steps over Kriti to take his place in the elevator* You comin', Drift?

Drift: *nods and moves to get onto the elevator as well, careful not to bump Kriti or Usagi*

Usagi: *tiny arms around Blitzwing's leg, utterly unaware of how out of place and odd this might look to someone who has only known Blitzwing on Cybertron*

Drift: *making note of this, and quirking a small grin as he cuddles Wing*

Kup: *reaching with his spare hand for Kriti* You wanna lift?

Destiny: *sleepy little clicks as she snuggles Papa*

Kriti: *small nod as she moves to carefully tuck her dragon away before she climbs onto Grandfather's hand*

Kup: *gently lays Kriti with Lockdown and Destiny*

Blitzwing: *lifts Usagi up to sit in his hand with the Sushi cats. To Kriti* So is that doll good to play with?

Kriti: *nods* Yes... *smiles for Usagi* *quietly* ~Thank you, Usagi.~

Usagi: *goes up onto her knees so that she can bow* ~This small one is happy to have helped, Nee-san~

Drift: *slight headtilt at the unfamiliar language*

Kup: *looking at the three girls in his arms* Slag, I'm gonna run outta room for more kids soon. Good thing I only borrow you, Kriti. *grins at her*

Kriti: *nods, chuckling softly*

Kup: *nods to Blitzwing as the elevator stops* Get some oil for those creaks.

Blitzwing: *cheerfully* Go slag yourself.

Kup: *snorts and leads Drift out into the hall*

Blitzwing: *insulting gesture as the elevator doors close*

Drift: *soft chuckling as he cuddles Wing and studies the area that the elevator stopped in*

Kup: *leads him to the left* This' the residential level. Make sure you watch where you're puttin' your feet.

Drift: Any particular reason?

Kup: *arm in front of Drift as a fluffy orange and white cat scampers up to them* Yeah, Pickle's one.

Drift: Ah... *crouches to click a greeting to the cat*

Wing: *more kitty! Chirp, mew*

Kriti: The cats aren't the only ones you'll need to watch out for... There's a business of ferrets that are around here somewhere....

Drift: Ferrets? *blink blink*

Kup: *mutter* Turbo-revvin', o-ring stealin' punks.

Wing: *hops down to try and greet this smaller and fuzzier kitty*

Drift: *puzzled look for Kup and Kriti*

Pickle: Mrrrowww? *headtilt, greets the white kitty*

Kup: They're Rumble 'n Frenzy. And Rewind.

Drift: ....You're joking, right?

Kup: *sigh and start toward home* I wish.

Kriti: As long as you don't keep froot loops or cheerios on hand, they won't bother you too much...

Kup: Or cat food with a hole in it.

Drift: ....Huh... *frowns as a thought occurs to him* ... Aren't they Soundwave's lackeys?

Kup: Rumble and Frenzy are. *absently chomps cy-gar. Then nods to Blaine as they pass the singles' barrack*

Drift: ... Isn't he Megatron's most loyal?

Kup: *snort. ...Snerk. Stops and leans against the wall as he laughs silently and tries not to wake up his girls*

Kriti: *calmly, to Drift* Do you always ask stupid questions?

Drift: *frowns at Kriti*

Kup: Hey, easy, kid. *laughs some more, and then picks his cy-gar up off the girls and puts it back in his mouth* *looks at Drift and shakes his head*

Drift: But....

Kup: They say he's watching over this place because his symbionts're safe here. *resumes walking toward his apartment* I think he finally just got sick'a Megs' slag.

Drift: *considering this as he follows*

Kriti: *perks up as she sees someone emerging from one of the family quarters* Hello, Father.

Russell: *looks up from his book, small smile for Kriti* Are you behaving, Kriti?

Kriti: *nods, smiling*

Kup: Hey, Doc. That little Seeker kid says to tell you the new strips're comin' out.

Drift: *studying the other man, whose expression brightens considerably*

Russell: I'll have to get some then...

Kup: You want Kriti back? Oh yeah, 'n this' our newest Wrecker. Drift. *gentle thump on Drift's back*

Wing: *meep! Looks around with big eyes*

Drift: *soft 'oof'*

Russell: *nods to Drift* *glances to Kriti and sees that she's content where she is* I'll come get her when it's time for supper.

Kriti: *happy grin*

Kup: Did you see what Screamer 'n Melissa did for lunch?

Russell: *nods, chuckling* I had one with meatplant.

Kup: *grins* Yeah? Which stuff was that?

Russell: The brown stuff that was in strips... I think Pandita grilled it up and sliced it..

Kup: Ahhh, that stuff. *nods* The one that wasn't smearable. Desti had fried eggs and honey. And Locky took hers straight... with a little mud.

Drift: *attention going to Kup. Knows what honey is, and how good it can be*

Russell: ...If I didn't know that there are good minerals in the mud around here, I'd be more worried.

Kup: *wipes a bit of mud off Lockdown's face with his thumb* Yeah... *then looks up and sees Drift's expression* What?

Drift: There's places to get honey around here? *hopeful*

Kup: *snerk* It's called the mess hall, kid. *nods to Russell*

Drift: *grins*

Kriti: *trying so hard not to giggle at how silly Drift looks*

Russell: *nods to the old soldier and moves to head back to the med ward*

Kup: *gentle slap upside Drift's head with one finger, and then clicks for Wing as the white hunter cat clings and protests*

Pickle: *getting ready to jump onto his person*

Drift: *has a kitty on his head, and one held in his arms*

Kup: *scoops Pickle up and drops him on Kriti* Let's go get your berth sorted out.

Kriti: *cuddles Pickle*

Drift: *nods and moves to follow Kup again*

Kup: You gonna need a sleep? *stops as he steps through the door* Why the fraggin' pit is there an escape pod in my living room?

Drift: Hey! They moved my shuttle... *gonna scoot to get his belongings out of it, since he doesn't need it anymore*

Kup: Oh. *shrugs and goes to put the girls to bed*

Wing: *found his little bit of fur that rattles! Yay!*

Drift: *checking all the compartments, including the ones he can only access while in alt mode, soon has an impressive stash of little trinkets and odds-and-ends, including the doll Annie gave him, safely in the pouch he made while on Scylla's World* There.... *to Wing* Did I miss anything?

Wing: *looks up blankly, then recognizes the phrase and sticks his head under the pilot's couch*

Drift: *looks under the seat*

flattish stasis box: *under there*

Drift: *blinks and moves to pull the box out*

Wing: *batting his furry thing again and chattering at it softly*

Drift: *tug, tug, tug a box* *acks as the box slides free, and he lands on his butt*

Wing: *scoots out of the way, then flies up onto the pod shuttle to watch Friend*

Drift: *will set the box outside of the shuttle for the moment and double-check that he grabbed everything of his*

shuttle: *empty now*

Drift: *small nod, will get his music files off of the ship's computer*

Wing: *soars over to land by the box and sniff it. Excited chattering!*

Drift: *once he's copied all of his music, and left a very interesting story for whoever uses the shuttle next to enjoy on their journey, he's moving to see what about the box has Wing so excited*

Wing: *once the box is open he pokes his nose into the mound of thick yogurt dotted with red guava bits*

Kup: *comes back out* You wanna blanket... what's all this?

Drift: *looks up, a small grin on his face* Just my belongings... and a gift from the IGP... *indicates the yogurt and red guava bits*

Kup: *goes to one knee to look more closely at the latter* Yeah, that's what I was talkin' about. *tries to gently herd Wing away from the food as the hunter cat makes like nomming*

Drift: *soft trill, will get some of the dried meat strips from the big kill he made and tear off a piece to offer Wing*

Wing: *looks at him funny, then chatters at Kup's hand*

Drift: *puzzled look for Wing, will gnaw on the rest of the meat strip then*

Kup: I think he wants the white fluffy stuff. *grins at Drift* You need a nap after Ratchet's work?

Drift: I don't think so.... But I suppose it wouldn't hurt...

Kup: *gentle slap on Drift's shoulder as he shuts the box. Then picks up the disappointed Wing* Eh, whatever. Let's just get this junk put away. *grabs some stuff and gets up to lead the way to the room next to his*

Drift: *nods and moves to follow Kup after grabbing his pouch* *it won't be long before he's conked out under a blanket on the big puffy landing mat, dreaming of all of the adventures he's had since he left Cybertron*

((co-written with random_xtras))