GRV. Lamont Farm. End of War
Chrome: *looks up from feeding sand to the turkey. Sees big semi truck coming slowly down the driveway behind a big black...* DADA!
Dixie: *looks up from trying to get Chrome to give Freddy some turkey feed instead of sand* *frowns and tells Chrissy to get her dad's crow-scaring gun*
Chrissy: *runs to get it, is back out quickly, with another load of rock salt at the ready*
Ironhide: *gruff voice from that big black dually pickup* We come in peace. *turns off the driveway to reveal the fact that he's towing a very smashed up General Lee 2*
Chrome: *flings his handful of sand all over as he flails* DAD DAD DAD!
Matilda: *frowning from where she's parked her wheelchair on the porch, before she's wheeling down the ramp and navigating the path to the driveway*
Dixie: *frowning* Wh't 'appened? 'S every'un okay? *worry worry*
Ironhide: *opens his doors to let Major Epps and Jake out of his cab* ...Define 'okay'.
Jake: *patpats the fender of the big black truck, will move to head for the big rig*
Matilda: *following Jake, and trying not to panic* Wh're's BJ?
Ironhide: //Elita, the batch initiator of the boy who drove the numbered car is coming for him.//
Elita: //I'll speak with her.// *moving to get out of Optimus' trailer*
Dixie: Wh't're th' casualtehs?
Ironhide: Nobody from here died. *shakes the towing hitch loose and then transforms and reaches for his flailing son and holds the sparklet close*
Dixie: Injurehs?
Ironhide: Yes.
Dixie: *frown* 'Ow maneh 'n 'ow bad?
Ironhide: Ask the ugly yellow broad. *intent on son*
Dixie: *small nod, moves to do just that* Th' grey gah 'n th' bahn's still sleep'n....
Ironhide: *frowns and goes to see who's in the barn, Chrome a happy clickerfit in his arms*
Jesse: *grabs Freddy and carries him to his pen to keep him out of the path of ginormous feet*
Elita: *crouched next to Matilda, is talking gently and soothingly to the worried woman and explaining the reason BJ is hurt*
Bubba Joe: *just woke up there on his stretcher at sound of his mother's voice* *quiet and hoarse* Momma?
Elita: *will gently help Matilda into the trailer and watch as the woman moves to sit by the injured boy and gently hold his hand*
Matilda: 'M rahght 'eah, 'on....
Bubba Joe: *quietly but quickly reassures her* Ah busted mah neck, but Ah c'n still move.
Matilda: Jes' wh't w're y'u th'nk'n? *fret fret, worry*
Bubba Joe: *wan grin* 'M a good ol' boy.
Matilda: *will gently smooth her son's forehead*
Denver: BJ'll be alrahght.... Y'u sh'lda seen 't though, Aunt 'Tilda... Nevah seen noth'n so epic 's th' General Lee knock'n th' snot outta' 'un 'f th' 'Cons....
Epps: *big grin* Right in the kisser. *chortle*
Matilda: Ah'm still mad.... *no she's not*
BJ: *quietly* 'Ad t' punch Jake t' git 'im outta th' cah.....
Epps: ...Oh. *looks around for the quiet boy* Zat what happened.
Jake: *peeking into the trailer, nods*
Epps: *squeezes Jake's shoulder. To BJ* He don't look mad.
BJ: *soft 'heh'*
Ratchet: *from behind the big rig and trailer* The sooner the injured are taken indoors, the better.
Matilda: *startled squeak*
Dixie: *acks*
Epps: Don't worry, people. That's the lady Ironhide told you about. Our Autobot medic, Ratchet.
Ratchet: And if we can contact the nearest hospital, we can get BJ properly tended to.
Dixie: *slight start as Matt gives her the cordless phone* Ah'll call... *since she knows Matt has a tendency to stutter very badly when he's tired and the poor guy looks exhausted right now*
Miranda: *limps over with Denver and Beau's younger sister in her arms, Xiaobei protesting that she should walk and that she thinks she's too heavy for Momma to carry right now*
Jethro: *trying to get Miranda to let him pick her and Xiaobei up, is getting ignored*
Beau: *so surprised at the sight of the little girl in Mom's arms*
Denver: *chuckles* Pa, y'u ain't gonna win th't argument....
Xiaobei: *curious peering into the trailer* 'S mah brot'er 'eah?
Miranda: Yep.... Th' gah wit' long blond 'aiah. Th't's Beau. *chuckles* 'N Th' ladeh wit' th' bandana's Denver....
Xiaobei: *leans right over and hops into Denver's arms, bringing her rag doll with her*
Miranda: *laughs about that*
Denver: *grin* 'Lo th're.
Xiaobei: *pout* Durn well took y'u long 'nough t' git 'eah!
Epps: Whoa, that's Flash's sister alright.
Denver: Sorreh 'on.... 'Ad a bit 'f trouble wit' s'me bad neighbors......
Xiaobei: Ah've ben 'eah since b'fore last Christmas. 'N y'all didn' come t' th't.
Denver: *gently* We di'n't 'ave 'nough saved up f'r th' trip..... Bareleh 'ad 'nough t' keep th' shop go'n....
Xiaobei: *sighs and gives a forgiving hug, then slips down and into the trailer to lay beside Beau*
Epps: D'awww.
Beau: *pulls Xiaobei close*
Matilda: *worried frown* Wh't's wrong wit' Beau?
Denver: 'E got 'is leg slahced up pretteh good, 'n got knocked a bit stupid....
Miranda: Yup...
trailer behind Ratchet: *suddenly rocks and lurches as Wheeljack wakes up and struggles against the chains that are holding her down*
Wheeljack: Gotta... fight. Coming for me... *twist and writhe*
Ratchet: *detaches from the trailer and moves to restrain her friend* Easy, Wheeljack. The fight's over now....
Wheeljack: *overly bright optics gaze blankly at the huskier femme, and then she struggles again, cursing at the figments of her delirium*
Ratchet: *will attempt to tag Wheeljack with a sedative*
Wheeljack: *outraged squawk, and then she's gone quiet again*
Dixie: *blink blink blink* Er.....
Ratchet: *as she scans Wheeljack* Wheeljack will be alright....
Perceptor: *suddenly forms from the blue that had shown up so strongly against Ratchet's battered yellow* Ratchet, are you blocking Ironhide's communication channel?
Ratchet: *startles* *sheepishly unblocks Ironhide's communication channel*
Perceptor: Because he's calling to you about Jazz being in...
Ironhide: *just at that moment gives up on the comm and bellows across the yard* Jazz is in stasis lock!
Ratchet: *books it for the barn*
Optimus: *startles and speaks for the first time since the battle* But... Jazz is dead.
Dixie: ... *looks to the big rig* 'S Jazz th' gah th't Catherine's been trah'n t' 'elp?
Optimus: *very slowly transforms and then stoops down as is his habit around humans. Projects an image of his small silver friend*
Dixie: *quietly* Th't's th' gah 'n th' bahn.... Onleh.... Not all beat up....
Optimus: *starts to say something, but then instead sits up, draws his knee to his chest, and hides his face against it as his shoulders shake*
Elita: *moving to put a gentle hand on her wordmate's shoulder*
Dixie: *worried expression is a go* *hesitantly moves to approach*
Jethro: *worrying over his family now*
Miranda: *gentle hand on husband face and pushes him away as she watches what's going on with the big bot*
Denver: *being dumb and trying to get to her feet, despite the twisted ankle that she got from landing wrong when Skymine caught her, and which she aggravated by kicking the complete and utter snot out of the would be Rico Suave named Dylan.... He had turned out to be working for Sentinel and Megatron, and had wound up on the recieving end of a nasty electric shock, courtesy of Denver herself*
Matilda: *hand over phone and a Look for her niece*
Denver: *hobble hobble, is immune to that!*
Optimus: *manages to lift his head and look at Elita. Is just so run down, and so burned out*
guy on the phone: //Can you hear us yet?// *cheery*
Elita: *gently rubs Optimus' shoulder*
Matilda: *headshake for her obstinate niece* *hand off mouthpiece of the phone* Loud 'n cleah.... *so glad Dixie handed her the phone, since she's a bit more familiar with arranging transport than the blonde*
phone: //I mean our chopper... sounds? What the heck?//
Blackout: *rises up out of the back field and flies away toward the capitol with no sign of greeting for her mate or goodbye for her son*
Matilda: Er... Yeah, we c'n 'eah y'u......
phone: //What was that? A big #!#@!# army chopper just left your place!//
Matilda: 'S a long storeh.... 'N Ah ain't th' best t' be ask'n 'bout 't.... Th' practice softball field's got 'nough room f'r y'u t' land....
Ratchet: *just sent a message to the human soldiers, asking for someone to assist with the civilian woman who is nearly hysterical*
Epps: *perks and waves to the guy that's awake to stay put, then punches Dallas in the side for sleeping so hard before turning and jogging toward the barn*
Dallas: *startles awake* *and faceplants*
Catherine: *is indeed nearly hysterical, and being held back by Ratchet as the femme tries to work on Jazz. Looks far more frazzled and worn down than she did in DC*
Epps: *looks at poor Perceptor sitting there and shaking his head dazedly, and then walks up and pins the girl* Hey... c'mon now. This ain't helping.
Catherine: Let go! I have to help Buddy! *trying to get out of being pinned*
Epps: *muscles flex a little as he holds her securely* You ain't helping him by flipping out like this. Ratchet's been puttin' that guy back together since before you were born.
Catherine: *starting to hyperventilate, is pretty well at her limits, emotionally. Not being able to help is really getting to her*
Ratchet: *back to work on repairing Jazz, since there are all these good parts from the Decepticon body that was in the barn as well* *muttering unpolite things about one Charlotte Mearing as she works*
Epps: Here, why don't ya come have a cup of coffee or something? Trust me, you'll be lot more help ta Jazz if you're not falling all ta pieces.
Catherine: *wibble* But what if he wakes up and I'm not there?
Ratchet: *as she continues to work* I have him sedated. He won't wake up until the antidote is given.
Epps: What she said. Besides, she's his friend. *lifts the husky young woman slightly and turns toward the door, only to stop and lift his eyebrows as he sees a group of farmers, along with Dallas and Fig, pushing Wheeljack's trailer into the barn* What the @#$##@$@#?
Dixie: *bullied those men, with help from Miranda and Matilda, into moving Wheeljack's trailer into the barn. Has since turned her attention to bullying Optimus and Elita into going over to lay down in the clear space by the farmhouse*
Epps: MacKenzie, what's goin' on?
Dallas: Mrs. Lamont, the othah Mrs. Lamont, 'n Mrs. MacKenzie put up a fuss till we started movin' Wheeljack 'eah, Sir. *sheepish grin*
Epps: *blinks* But we ain't stayin'.
Ratchet: Optimus, and the rest of the wounded, need the quiet..... *more rude things about Mearing, Mearing's habits, and Mearing's intelligence*
Epps: *bit of a frown now* You never said Optimus was hurt.
Ratchet: *quietly* Not all wounds are physical ones, Major Epps...
Epps: *clenches his jaw a bit, but nods* How long do you want ta stay here?
Ratchet: *softly* We'll need a few days, at the very least, just to get Jazz repaired enough to travel safely... It's quiet, and peaceful here.... That will be good for Optimus....
Epps: *quietly takes a deep breath as he realizes that the medic is worried about the Autobot leader no less than she is about Jazz. Covers this by giving the girl in his arms a little shake and hauling her out of the barn* And where do you get off punching Percy, anyway?
Catherine: *quietly* I panicked.... *feeling really bad about that now*
Epps: Sheesh. Nobody ever taught you ta pick on people your own size? *pauses as he notices that the EMTs just kicked one of their number out so that they could take Beau MacKenzie along*
air ambulance: *lifts off, leaving that one forlorn EMT on the practise field*
red headed EMT with a ponytail: *turns to visually assess the amount and type of injuries, before he's jogging over to Denver and trying to convince the headstrong woman to sit down and take it easy*
Epps: *shakes his head, and then hands the red-head in his arms over to Dallas* Here, make sure she eats somethin' and rests.
Dallas: Yessir. *moves to bring Catherine to the house*
Catherine: *as she's carried off* I.... I recognize that guy.... He was looking for the nearest Quicky Mart in relation to the college campus....
Epps: *looks around as he catches rotor sounds that are getting louder, then recognizes the sound of a Pav Lowe coming in along the road, below tree top level* *as Dixie walks up to him* *turns and looks up at Ironhide* Man, your lady's nuts.
Ironhide: *busy with son, has no comment about that*
Denver: *is that string of cursing as the red headed, ponytailed EMT yanks her ankle back into proper position*
rhptEMT: *just got socked, but is determinedly bandaging the rowdy woman's ankle with an ace bandage*
Dixie: *coming over to Epps now* Th're's room f'r y'all t' camp out 'n th' 'ouse.... 'N th' shower's work'n....
Epps: *holds up a hand, a slight frown appearing on his face as the chopper sounds get nearer and a billow of dust comes from the mouth of the driveway* ...What the @#$#@@# is she doing?
Dixie: *frowns and looks* Ah 'ave no ahdea....
Blackout: *stops and transforms, then shoves Optimus' trailer out of the way and comes walking up the drive to throw a dead Seeker down on the practice field before resuming chopper mode and flying off without a glance toward her mate and son*
Epps: *blink blink* Now where the heck'd she get that? *jogs over to go look at the corpse*
Denver: Ah th'nk th't's th' gah she shot outta th' skah th' day we came 'eah..... *is now being carried by the red headed, ponytailed EMT* Blew th' 'ell outta a base, too....
Epps: *stops to study the dead bot* Green Starscream wannabe... Huh. You know the coordinates for that base?
Denver: *headshake* Ah jes' remember 't bein' a bit south'a DC...
Epps: *quiet curse, and then goes 0_0 and looks down as a little bitty girl kicks him in the shin*
Lizzie: Watch y'r mouth. *SUCH a frown on that little face!*
Epps: *blink blink. Sideways look at Dixie*
Dixie: *snerk* Lizzie, c'meah.... *will pick her daughter up*
Epps: *embarrassed throat clear* Sorry...
Dixie: Ah th'nk 't's tahm t' 'ave a bit 'f downtahm.... All'a us 've been realleh stressed 'n worrehed....
Hattie: *coming back out of the kitchen* Aneh'un who ain't 'urt, Ah'mma need 'elp git'n stuff cooked 'n served.
Lamont girls: *hurrying to help Grandma*
Epps: I gotta go let Ratchet know about this stiff. *turns toward the barn*
Fig: Here I come. *jogging toward the house, one grubby, sooty soldier*
Hattie: *hand on Fig's chest* Y'u go git cleaned up first, 'on.
Fig: *pauses and looks at self* Whoops. Where do we go?
Hattie: Th' bathroom 'n th' othah sahd 'f th' liv'n room. *points to the doorway*
Fig: Thank you. *as he follows he glances into the living room and sees Dallas sleeping on the floor by that big red haired girl* SNERK!*
Catherine: *conked out and sleeping hard, snuggled against Dallas*
Dallas: *still has an MRE dessert package in one hand as he breaths deeply and sleeps the sleep of the exhausted. Was going to give the girl a saved brownie, but then conked out the moment he sat down*
Hattie: *soft chuckle* Poor th'ngs.... *will go get blankets for the two sleepers*
Fig: *takes a step toward his friend as though to wake him*
Hattie: *headshake* Let 'em rest....
Fig: But... *caves quickly in the way of a man well trained by a temperamental wife* Yes, Ma'am. *into the bathroom*
Hattie: *will make sure the sleepers are covered with blankets, and then she and the girls are getting a start on making a LOT of chili and soup*
Fig: *soon clean and dripping and has taken a scrub brush and soap to the worse of the spots on his uniform. So he's half clean, and half filthy and scorched as he comes out of the bathroom*
Hattie: *chopping veggies for the soup, while Chrissy continues to brown hamburger for the chili*
Fig: *absent look into the top of the fridge and then goes stiff with surprise* Is that... gator?
Hattie: Prolleh.... Dixie'd know f'r sure...
Jesse: Yup. Uncle Dwayne got a big 'un down 'n th' bayou...
Fig: *perk* Which bayou's that? *is pulling out the frozen meat as he looks at the girl*
Jesse: *names off the bayou* 'E 'as friends 'n th' area....
Fig: *grins* Lotsa Figaroas in that area.
Jesse: Y'u know 'f a gent bah th' last name 'f Porter?
Fig: More'n one. *examines the gator meat and mutters softly in Spanish*
Jesse: Th' Porters th're 're Ma's famileh.
Fig: *startled glance upward* My wife's mama was a Porter.
Jesse: *blink blink* Wh'ts 'er name?
Fig: Isabella.
Jesse: ... *shares a surprised look with Chrissy* Nicknamed Izzeh?
Fig: Only if you duck.
Jesse: *laughs* Gran'Ma Izzeh!
Fig: *mouth hanging open, and then closes it and says something else in Spanish*
Jesse: *grins and goes to get Dixie*
Fig: *just spotted the big meatgrinder bolted onto its corner of the counter* This gator's too old for the stuff my mama cooks, but I can show you how to make chili that's really good to eat. *and sucker Epps into eating some of that 'lizard butt' he's so scornful of*
Chrissy: *curious* Wh't all d' y'u need?
Fig: Can that thing take frozen meat? *points to the grinder*
Chrissy: Yep. Ma's ground up all kahnds'a frozen meat wit' 't.... 'N 'f she ain't able t' turn th' 'andle, Pa c'n.
Fig: Oh, I can turn it. You got about three or four more pieces this size?
Chrissy: Yup. Lemme go g't 't outta th' meat freezer.... *will task one of Matilda's kids with browning the hamburger that's in the pan currently*
Fig: *as he pulls the wrapping off the piece of meat in his hand and then takes the cleaver to it* You gotta pan that doesn't taste like dead cow? *not that dead cow's a bad thing, but you won't get the real gator flavour with it in there*
Hattie: *gets one out of the pan cupboard* 'Eah.
Fig: *brightens* Yeah, that's a pan. None'a that Teflon $#$#@% *yup, said that just as Lizzie and Xiaobei came running in*
Lizzie: *SCOWL* Watch y'r mouth!
Fig: *actually cringes as he apologizes quickly in Spanish*
Chris: *comes running in* Denver's gotta boyfriend! Denver's gotta boyfriend! *laughing and going to hide, since Denver can't give chase*
Xiaobei: *kicks cousin just because she can, and then runs for the living room* 'Ey... th'y're snugglin'.
Lizzie: Huh? *goes to look* *blink blink* 'Ey, th'y 're!
Hattie: Leave 'em 'lone.
Lizzie: Yes'm. *moves to see where she can help*
Xiaobei: *sneaky kid is sneaky, and has joined the pile*
Dixie: *coming into the house, has a big bag of macaroni from the storage shed*
Matt: *bringing in more 'gator meat, sent Jesse to get vegetables from the garden*
Fig: *muscles bulging as he easily grinds up the meat that's already in the grinder*
Matt: *moves to the cutting board, will borrow the cleaver and go to town on the frozen meat he brought in* *is soon whistling happily as he works*
Chrissy: *looks at Hattie and then grins and says something about man cookery*
Dixie: *chuckles and moves to help with meal prep. Meeting a new family member, and seeing just how easily Fig fits in with the rest of her nutty family has cheered her up, so now it's a matter of sharing the cheer with everyone else.... And hopefully, things will now settle down, and everyone will be able to breathe easier....*
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