mbv, hsv. /Ark/ Base, Decepticon Base, Autobot Base. Shells, Sparklets, and Surgery
Rachel: Hmm. *elbows on the table by Mia's feet as she absently plays with a wonderful smelling little iced mineral cake while reading her friend's chart* You don't even really need much of this.
Mia: *Look* Th't don' mean y'u c'n tease me wit' th't, Rachel.
Rachel: *looks up and grins* You hate medical supplements.
Mia: Yeah, but th't smells realleh good. *expression serious as she looks at the cake*
Rachel: *eyes dancing* I dunno, Tracks invented this kind.
Mia: *flatly* Fork 't ovah, 'r Ah'll sit 'n y'u t' git 't.
Rachel: You and whose army? Him? *points to the chibi 'Hide dolly peeking out of Mia's chest pocket and laughs*
Mia: Ah said fork 't ovah. *gonna try and tackle you now, Rachel!*
Rachel: *whoops and flees, pitching the cake back over her shoulder as she goes*
Mia: *gonna snag the cake and sit down to enjoy it, darnit!*
Rachel: *still chuckling as she goes and gets a dozen more of the maternity supplements and puts them into a box* //Russ, where are you? I have to take Nightwish's shell next door today.//
Russell: //On my way to the infirmary, with a couple of passengers... The girls didn't want to let go...// *so amused*
Rachel: //Ohhh.// *chuckle* //I don't think we have any treats here other than my mints. Have you got something for them? Ack, Mia, no. These are for the neighbours!//
Russell: //I have three unopened cartons of Goldfish crackers with me today.... How is Mia doing?//
Rachel: //Let's just... ack! say that she doesn't even really need the special supplements. I think she switched to calcien and mineral rich foods as soon as she budded.//
Russell: //...Is she trying to gank the mineral cakes?// *just got to the door, and is clicking to Meryl and Liadán as the girls babble happily*
Rachel: //Yeeeeahhhhh! No, now she's tickling me!//
Russell: *facepalms*
Meryl: *clickstorm at Daddy funny! Also makes sure her braided yarn baby sees it*
Liadán: Eeeee!
Mia: *fighting dirty and holding both of Rachel's hands by the wrists, is using her free hand to tickle*
Rachel: *twisting and trying to figure out how to get free without potentially knocking the newspark loose* It's a boy!
Mia: *surprised, will let Rachel go* .... Ah've gotta tell Alex... *goes to do that.... after she makes another attempt at ganking a mineral cake*
Rachel: *lets her have it, and then gives Russell her smuggest smirk once the excited new mother is gone*
Russell: How far along is she?
Rachel: Just about two weeks, or thereabouts. *gets another cake from the bin and puts it in the box to replace the one Mia took, then tops the bin and goes to put it back into the storeroom*
Russell: *chuckles as he moves to get his daughters situated on the desk with a carton of Goldfish crackers* I wonder what the little one will be like, temperament wise?
Rachel: *looks thoughtful as she returns* Well, that could be Starforge.
Russell: *raised brow and a tilt of his head*
Rachel: I've met two versions of him in the Nexus. One's an adorable little guy who tends to hide behind his sister when you talk to him, and play tackle and scuffle with his best friends. The other one's a big black bay monster that's one of the most easygoing and cheery guys I've seen sent unsuspecting toward Blackout. Both of them look like spitting images of their respective dads except for a lot less inbuilt weaponry.
Russell: Ah, so if the little one Mia's carrying is Starforge, then we don't really have anything to worry about?
Rachel: Well, the bigger guy did return Blackout's kiss.
Russell: ... *facepalm*
Rachel: I've never seen the old lady look so shocked. *shakes her head as she carefully closes the cake box and then heads to the storeroom where Nightwish's old shell is kept* But then she patted him on the shoulder and bought him a drink.
Russell: I'll trust your word..... Do you need any help with the shell?
Rachel: Nope. I have coordinates and I can jump with it right there. *rustles around in there a bit* Okay, here I go. See you later. Make sure Jack eats his supplements at lunch, okay?
Russell: Will do. *chuckles* And I'll remind him that building towers in Minecraft isn't playing with the kids.
Rachel: He's got the glass out today. *chuckles and goes*
hsv Courtyard at the Decepticon base
Rachel: *arrives, and then eyes the very big tentacles that are sneaking over that wall toward her*
Soundwave: *looks up from working on a new song for Wisp* *lets Shockwave know the Autobot Medic from the smallbot reality is here*
Rachel: ... *slaps the tentacle!* *then eeks and leaps back at the bellow that just shook the windows in the building in front of her*
Shockwave: *approaching, and calling off the Driller*
Driller: *subsides to the sound of gleeful hissing and clicking*
Rachel: *spark already pounding with alarm, she now eyes the big purple 'Con quite warily* Hi... Ratchet said you were expecting me...
Shockwave: You are Ratchet's alternate then? *moving to scan the shell and inspect it*
Rachel: Yup, the better looking version.
Shockwave: *blinks* ... Very well. *will lift the shell* I shall begin repairing this right away.
Rachel: Need a hand? *frowns as she spots those tentacles waving around over that wall and hears the ferocious steam kettle hissing start up again*
Shockwave: *seems unconcerned about the hissing, is moving to carry the shell inside*
Soundwave: *back to work on composing*
Rachel: *glances over at Soundwave, who she feels more comfortable around* Hey... what're you guys keeping over there?
Soundwave: *without looking away from his datapad* Shockwave's sparklets.
Rachel: ...And what else? What's hissing and what are the tentacles?
Soundwave: Sparklets hissing. Driller tentacles. *work work, pauses to play part of the melody back, revisions!*
Rachel: *freezes* *quietly* That's the sparklets hissing like that?
Soundwave: Affirmative. Fangfire utilizes similar vocalizations.
Rachel: *absently puts out a hand for support as she remembers clearly where she heard that exact kind of hissing before* I... Can I see them?
Soundwave: *moves to get up. Will offer a hand to Rachel, showing that he is familiar with interacting with smaller beings*
Rachel: *the hand she puts on his is shaking. She is quiet though, her fury and distress contained*
Soundwave: *will carefully lift Rachel and bring her over to the wall of the playpen*
Rachel: *holds on and hesitates, but then looks over that wall* Frag slagging son of a glitch.
Soundwave: *slight headtilt as the monsterbabies make happy teakettle hissings*
Rachel: Let me down, Sounder. *turns and is ready to jump*
Soundwave: *will carefully set Rachel on her feet*
Rachel: *walks inside the same way that Shockwave went, her fear of the big purple mech forgotten*
Ravage: *comes out going the other way, Frenzy in his mouth. Digs a big hole, drops Frenzy in it, and then puts dirt on him* Kitty poop. *walks back inside*
Frenzy: *&%$*&$#%$#*^$%$&^%$&%$&%$!!!!!
Soundwave: *pays Frenzy no mind, will follow Rachel.... And continue to work on his composition*
Rachel: *goes silently inside and finds where Shockwave is working* *quiet intensity* You slagging @#$@#@, what did you do to them?
Tsubasa: *awakened by the fury in that quiet voice, turns her head there on the cot next to the work table* o.0
Shockwave: *looks up from repairing the frame* What did I do to whom?
Rachel: Those sparklets out there in the pen. *scowls*
Shockwave: *seriously, optic narrowing at the accusatory tone* I had no hand in the mutation present in their mother's spark, as she and I met long after her exposure to the mutagenic chemical.
Rachel: *sucks in a breath as her eyes widen and anger turns to concern* Mutagenic chemical?
Shockwave: *nods and names off the chemical* One of the side effects is nearly uncontrollable budding of a femme spark.... You've seen the resulting sparklets.... Their mother is similar in her appearance when she is in battle mode.
Rachel: *has to sit down, and does so there on the floor. Plunk! Head in hands*
Shockwave: *impression of a frown, will move to scan Rachel*
Rachel: *shocked and dismayed to the point of greying out* *makes a few small sounds of upset as she thinks of the leashed monsters that had been at the Ark base on the day of the battle.*
Shockwave: *calling Ratchet now, and telling him to come talk to his alternate*
Rachel: *quietly, to herself, still feeling sick and dizzy* He would have done it on purpose. There's no doubt of that. Just look at what he did to them, and to the Dragonflies.
Tsubasa: *softly* Shockwave, what's wrong?
Shockwave: *quietly and seriously* I believe one of my alternates may have done something bordering on atrocity......
Tsubasa: *tries to turn, frowning* Worse than Sixshot?
Shockwave: I believe so.... *looks over as Ratchet arrives in a PINflash*
Ratchet: *nods to Shockwave and Tsubasa, will move to scan Rachel* *quietly* Rachel, circulate.
Rachel: *absently* I am. *hugs herself and feels woozy*
Ratchet: *will offer to lift her*
Shockwave: *back to work on repairing the shell*
Rachel: *looks up at her alter brother, her expression showing her shock and horror*
Ratchet: *soothingly* Let's go back to the Autobot base for now... *knows Shockwave will call when the shell's ready*
Rachel: *quietly, her voice breaking with emotion* The Decepticon femmes weren't just recycled.
Ratchet: *soft clicks, isn't quite sure he's on the same page as you right now, Rachel*
Rachel: *curls up a bit with her face on her knees and databursts images of the xeno beasts and their handlers*
Ratchet: .... *much frowning now* *will forward the images to Shockwave, and bring Rachel to the Autobot base, since he's pretty sure he just heard a rare growl from the Decepticon commander*
Rachel: *and then inadvertently follows that data with images of the Dragonflies, the dead Seekers, and of the native Shockwave's body when Blitzwing and Astrotrain had dragged it into the infirmary*
Ratchet: *forwarding that to Shockwave as well, is feeling just a bit ill*
Rachel: *fumbles out her cellphone and hits the speed dial for a number from home* *quietly* Percy, I need you.
Merlin: //What are your current coordinates, Rachel?//
Rachel: *sends them* *also accidentally sobs over the phone*
WakeJumper: *coming over with a blanket, startles a bit when Merlin appears in the repair bay*
Merlin: *slight start, though he's soon hurrying over and scaling Ratchet to get to Rachel*
WakeJumper: *blink blink* ...Okay then.... *will go put the blanket away for now*
Rachel: *sees him* No. WakeJumper. I'd like that. *reaching for Percy as she speaks. Needs hugs*
WakeJumper: Alright.... *brings the blanket over as Merlin gives Rachel a hug* *will gently wrap it around the human-sized Autobots and click softly*
Ratchet: *quietly* Would you like me to bring you to a quiet area of the base?
Rachel: *shakes her head* Quiet's too alien.
Ratchet: The common room then? *knows there's always at least three people, human or Cybertronian, there at all times*
Rachel: This is good.
WakeJumper: *looks toward the door* *will also move to shove a chair at Ratchet's butt* I think Calypso's feeling better....
Rachel: *quietly, as she leans against her friend* Ratchet, tell Percy about Shockwave's kids.
Ratchet: *nods and proceeds to do so, starting from the moment the first buds started separating....* Really, most of them aren't too terribly behaved, but Acid Spitter and Wild One are violent and predatory....
Merlin: *boggling just a bit by the end of the telling*
WakeJumper: *cheekily, as he moves to help Trailbreaker get Calypso into the repair bay* Didn't we have to coat you in baking soda at one point, Ratchet?
Rachel: *winces at WJ's words, then frowns with concern at the couple he's bringing in* Trailbreaker?
Trailbreaker: *stumble* Not now. Gotta get her to bed... and lay down. Deck's rocking.
Rachel: o.0
WakeJumper: *snickering so much*
Calypso: *even with as out of it as she is, she's radiating smugness* *quietly* Best painkiller t'ere 's..... *nuzzles Trailbreaker's cheek*
Ratchet: *cycles air and sighs*
Merlin: Oh dear.....
Rachel: *watches them vanish into the other room, and then looks up at Ratchet* What the heck?
Ratchet: Calypso and WakeJumper are the only surviving Aquabots.... WakeJumper had more anchors, and not as deep of a sibling bond with the rest of the team as Calypso did....
Rachel: *sadness returns to her face* Broken bonds. Ouch.
Ratchet: *small nod* *quieter* Apparently, Trailbreaker and Calypso knew one another well before their respective arrivals on Earth....
Rachel: *surprised at that* They're mated?
Ratchet: Wordmates, currently.... Though not for a lack of trying on Calypso's part...
Merlin: *quietly* Yet Trailbreaker's counterpart is happily word-bonded to one Hyacinth Lamont... *musing to himself*
Ratchet: *blinks* Lamont? As in a relation of Dixie Lamont?
Rachel: *looks up* Her mother in law.
Ratchet: *snerks softly and looks just a bit amused*
Rachel: *quirks a brow* What?
Ratchet: I'm quite familiar with Dixie Lamont and her expanding family.... *chuckles*
WakeJumper: *also looking a bit amused as he moves to see who else is due for a check-up today*
Rachel: *exchanges a look with Merlin*
Merlin: *puzzled now* What do you mean, Ratchet?
Ratchet: Here... *will show a hologram of what he means* *and there's the most recent picture Beau sent him. Dixie is standing behind a chair beside Jake, and sitting in the chair is a dark-haired man....*
Rachel: Tracks? *looks up at Ratchet*
Ratchet: *nods* He and Powerglide went to a reality where Transformers have human bodies, but retain their sparks....
Merlin: *looks fascinated by the idea*
WakeJumper: *going over there now, kthx*
Rachel: *slowly, not cluing in yet* But Denver's bonded to Air Raid, right?
Ratchet: *nods* And Tracks hasn't returned to his original form.... *quieter* I don't think he wants to at this point....
Merlin: He is with Miss Dixie?
Rachel: o.0
Ratchet: They're legally married, and wordmates.
Rachel: Whoa...
Ratchet: *nods* *will show another hologram, this one of Beau and Golda working in the garden*
Merlin: *blinks a bit and pulls up an image of the blond teen that shows him sitting in the atrium at the Ark with his arm around Carter's waist as the couple works on homework*
Ratchet: *soft, amused snort* Yet again, the multiverse proves that not all people who share a name are exactly alike....
Rachel: Your Beau's got a Sunstreaker vibe going on. *has been distracted from her distress, though she's still leaning on Merlin*
Ratchet: *raised brow ridge* Sunstreaker vibe? *looking at the image again, sees only a dirt-covered gardener in cargo shorts, being assisted by a pretty blonde woman with big blue eyes*
Rachel: *gives him a picture of Samuel in his boob hat and some shorts, on a protest*
Ratchet: .... *headshake, soft rumble of amusement* Our Sunstreaker is nowhere near that.... colorful....
Rachel: *shows him Samuel and Sky's now famous poster*
Ratchet: .... *chuckles*
Rachel: That poster's become even more popular than those slagging 'Vampire Harem Keeper' books. Sammy and Sky are currently touring Japan about them.
Ratchet: *and now he's shaking a bit with muted laughter*
repair bay door: *slides open as a navy and tan mech limps in*
Torque: *sheepish expression is a go*
Rachel: Whoa. Mud. Go wash more of that off before you come into the infirmary, buddy. *then remembers whose infirmary she's in and blushes*
Ratchet: *rattling armor now* *and calling WakeJumper back* So what happened this time, Torque?
Torque: *ducking his head a bit* Snapped a few struts trying to get out of some deep clay....
Ratchet: ... *sighs and moves to gently set Rachel and Merlin on a nearby table*
WakeJumper: *facepalming and laughing now* Only you, Torque, only you..... *and then he and Ratchet are helping the soldier to the washracks*
Rachel: *shakes her head slightly and looks at Merlin. But then the humour fades* *quietly* The Decepticon femmes weren't just killed and recycled.
Merlin: .... *frowning now*
Rachel: That's where Smegatron got those creatures.
Merlin: Oh.... Oh, dear.... *looking just a bit ill now*
Rachel: *leans her head on him* Yeah. There's no proof, but where else would he have gotten them?
Merlin: *lips pressed thin*
Rachel: *rubs her forehead* My processor hurts. Ugh. Dizzy.
Merlin: *quietly* Rest....
Rachel: Maybe I should just go home. I'm not gonna be good for anything. *frown* But then Jack would get all uptight and mess up the healing he's done.
Merlin: *small frown as he thinks this over and nods*
Rachel: *sighs* I'll let the chief know. *lifts up the cell phone and hits another button*
Patrick: //Patrick speaking.//
Rachel: *quietly* Hi, Chief, it's me. You remember those things the 'Cons brought with them the day of that big fight? The toothy ones.
Patrick: //The things that looked like the creatures from the 'Alien' movies?//
Rachel: *closes her eyes* Chief, they were younglings. Or maybe even sparklets.
Patrick: //....//
Rachel: The Shockwave here has a whole litter of them. They're his own kids. His mate looks like that too.
Patrick: //...Then the Decepticon femmes....//
Rachel: It's caused by a rare chemical. One that causes uncontrolled spark budding.
Patrick: //.... *quietly* I see....//
Rachel: *shaky sigh, and then she's pitching the phone to Merlin, wrenching out of the blanket, and urking over the side of the table*
Merlin: *startled sound*
Ratchet: *coming over as WakeJumper helps Torque to a different part of the repair bay* *scans Rachel*
Rachel: Ewwwwww. *wipes mouth with hand and then flops down and rests against the cool vinyl of the table's mattress*
Ratchet: *soft clicks, will get to cleaning up*
Rachel: *muffled* Sorry.
Patrick: *can be heard talking to Merlin, and asking if Rachel is alright*
Merlin: *quietly* She is resting now....
Rachel: Mrrph. Chief. *and then meeps and startles as a flash comes from the open door of the other room* *lifts head* o.0
Ratchet: ... *goes to investigate*
WakeJumper: *just fell over on Torque*
Torque: *oofs and calls for assistance*
Wheeljack: //Ratchet, now what the slag'd you do ta Wake??//
Ratchet: *sounds so amused and relieved* //It wasn't my doing. Calypso and Trailbreaker are bonded now.//
WakeJumper: *groggy mutterings*
Wheeljack: //... I won! Ha! Where's Smokescreen?// *click*
Ratchet: *shaking his head as he returns from covering the newly bonded couple with a blanket* *will let both Optimuses know about this*
Rachel: *slightly punchy laughter, and then a big sigh as she puts her face down* I know how to keep from worrying Jack. Percy, ask the Chief to send Jack and BJ here for the transplant.
Merlin: *relays the request* *to Rachel* Shall I assist with the transfer then?
Rachel: *muffled again* Sure.
Merlin: *will send coordinates to Patrick to relay to BJ*
BJ: *appears a few moments later and quirks a brow at the big yellow Ratchet* Yo. *has Jack in one hand, held against his chest*
Jack: *blinking a bit. He was working on making another glass frog when BJ came and got him*
Ratchet: *nods to BJ* I'll be right back... *moving to help Torque with WakeJumper*
Merlin: *moving to get down from the table, intends to go over to one of the unoccupied tables*
BJ: *shrugs and looks down at Jack* ...Bug on a stick?
Jack: It's supposed to be a frog... *frowning at the critter now*
BJ: What's a frog?
Jack: *will explain what a frog is, even as Merlin indicates that BJ should come over and get laying down on the table*
BJ: *glances over, and then comes to where the scientist is and obediently lays down* Ohhh. So slightly bigger and more squishy when you step on them.
Rachel: *shoulders shake with laughter and she makes an urk sound*
Jack: .... *blink blink* ... Ew.
Ratchet: *back! Will move to help get all the preparations taken care of* At least that wouldn't leave as big a mess as hitting a turkey at highway speeds... *soft chuckle as he sees the lampwork frog*
Rachel: *more shoulder shaking* *voice muffled by her arms and the mattress* Ewwwwwww. Dork.
Ratchet: *to Rachel, as he works* Ultra Magnus learned that the hard way. I've never heard Flashpoint laugh so much before.
Rachel: Uh huh. You're telling me you never got a grilled turkey yourself.
Ratchet: Salamanders, snakes, and rabbits, yes. Turkeys, no. They don't live in this part of the country.
Clarion: *from his office* Don't forget that roadrunner.
Ratchet: ... Ah, yes. I've also roadkilled a roadrunner.
BJ: *peers that way curiously* Secretary?
Ratchet: Mate. And mother of our son.
BJ: Ah. I get to do that after I help buddy here out. *pokes his alternate*
Jack: *startled sound, was looking around and comparing this infirmary to the one back home*
BJ: *snerks. Then looks at Ratchet and Merlin to see what's next*
Merlin: *gently coaxing Jack into letting him hold the froggy stir stick for now*
Jack: *doesn't want to let go of his froggy stir stick.... Though he'll eventually, reluctantly, do so after repeated reassurances from Merlin that the scientist will give it back later* *quietly* You'd better.... It's a froggy wand for Bubba....
Rachel: *muffled 'd'awwww'*
BJ: *smirks as he lays back*
Merlin: I promise, I will return it to you exactly as it is. *will carefully stow the stir stick/froggy wand in his subspace, before helping Jack transform*
BJ: *now eying Ratchet warily*
Ratchet: *getting a sedative ready*
Merlin: *just tagged mvWheeljack with one* *will transform*
BJ: *and now he's eying that sedation tab*
Ratchet: *will explain how the tabs work*
BJ: Yeah, I know. What're those set for?
Rachel: *lifts her head and looks over her shoulder. Squints* You'll need two of those, Ratchet. He's harder than Ironhides to knock out.
Ratchet: ... *mutters* Figures... *will get a second tab ready*
BJ *just smirks*
Ratchet: *will tag BJ with both tabs*
BJ: *calmly whirs down to sleep mode*
Ratchet: *nods and then he and mvPerceptor are setting to work, comparing data and coding between the two mechs* *once both medics are certain about the two Wheeljacks' CNA sequence, the one is isolating the problematic data within the spark of the ailing mech, while the other is carefully extracting a small segment of an identical data loop from the spark of the healthy mech. That done, Ratchet will transfer the data loop segment over to Perceptor, and close up BJ's spark chamber and chestplating*
mvPerceptor: *will carefully transfer the healthy coding to Ratchet as the larger medic turns his attention to mvWheeljack, then move to keep an optic on the sedated mech's vitals* *also stores a copy of the data loop segment that was causing mvWheeljack's troubles for later study*
Ratchet: *hands are steady and sure as he works to carefully integrate the new data loop segment into the existing spark coding*
Rachel: *has moved around and turned onto her side so that she can watch the surgical team. Her expression is pensive and full of concern for her husband, and she realizes now that she wouldn't have been able to do that surgery herself, despite her skill with sparks. Her bond with Jack would have affected the steadiness of her hands*
Ratchet: *soft chuckle as he notices that mvWheeljack has a proximity bond with someone and that it's a pretty deep one for a bond of its type*
Rachel: What's up? *brow quirk* *feels drowsy*
Ratchet: Nothing to be concerned with... I was just noticing that Wheeljack has an unusually deep proximity bond with someone.... *pauses and glances at Rachel. More chuckle, then it's back to work checking the integration of the data loop segment*
Rachel: Things happen when you spend a few hundred vorns pulling a guy out from under walls. *slight grin*
Ratchet: *nods* *satisfied sound as he sees that the data loop segment has almost fully integrated. Will carefully close mvWheeljack's spark chamber and chestplating* There... He'll need to stay off his feet for the rest of today, but he'll be alright. *nods to mvPerceptor, and then goes to reverse the sedation on BJ*
BJ: *just clocked the medic before he was even awake*
Rachel: I knew I forgot to warn you about something.
Ratchet: *startled curse as he's knocked silly* *should have been used to that, thanks to the two Ironhides in residence, but didn't expect it from a Wheeljack!*
mvPerceptor: Oh, dear.... *quickly working to bring mvWheeljack out of his sedated state*
mvWheeljack: *groggy sounds as mvPerceptor returns the froggy stir stick/wand*
Clarion: *has scooted out of the office and now her arms are around her mate as she offers support* Doc?
Ratchet: I'm alright, Clarion. *moving to get to his feet*
Clarion: *gentle touch for his face, and offers herself as something for him to lean on as he stands*
Ratchet: *arm around mate's shoulders, soft clicks. Will scan BJ now*
BJ: *rubbing his chest and making faces*
Ratchet: *will move to approach, cautiously this time* Easy....
BJ: *turns his head and glances at the medic, then looks over at his alternate* Better put him over by Rachel. *sits up carefully*
Ratchet: *nods and moves to do so*
mvWheeljack: *just a bit disoriented right now, and his chest kind of hurts.... Will snuggle close to Rachel and shutter his optics with a soft sigh*
Rachel: *quietly, as she puts one arm under her head and the other around her mate* Thanks, buddy.
Ratchet: *nods* Get some rest, Rachel. Shockwave will bring the shell when it's fully repaired.
Rachel: *nods and sighs, wearied by the stresses of the morning* Alright. Just let me report to the Chief. *scanning husband as she pats her pocket for the cell phone* Uh. Percy, you report then, since you still have the phone.
mvPerceptor: *small nod, doing just that and relaying Patrick's relief*
mvWheeljack: *already a bit stronger than he was before the transfer and showing signs of continued improvement. Is currently resting peacefully*
Rachel: *smiles and smooths his head, then puts her arm back around him and moves her head from her arm to his shoulder. Will close her eyes and rest, knowing that her presence will help him recover*
Ratchet: *will carefully reposition the blanket so it covers the couple* *will then go and retrieve a few energon cubes, one of which will get offered to BJ*
BJ: *sniff sniff* ...Sweet mid grade?
Ratchet: It will be easier on your systems than high grade.
BJ: *snorts and pulls a canister out of his storage compartment, then opens the top and passes it to Ratchet* I'm a Wrecker. My systems don't need coddling.
Ratchet: *curious, will examine the contents*
canister: *contains tangy sweet oil and minerals. Pretty common and helpful minerals, though blended in an unusual way*
Ratchet: *soft snort, will give the canister back*
BJ: Not going to taste it? *smirk*
Ratchet: I know better than to taste concoctions I'm not entirely familiar with.
BJ: *laughs and has a good swig, then looks around* Can I go?
Ratchet: *nods* Try not to get into too much trouble.
BJ: *snort* Like I say. I'm a Wrecker. I don't get into trouble. *pokes his PINpoint. As he vanishes* I make it.
Ratchet: *more snort, will move to offer the cube of sweet mid grade to Clarion*
Clarion: Thanks, Doc. *drinks some and offers it back*
Ratchet: *will have some of the cube's contents before asking mvPerceptor about the Wreckers*
mvPerceptor: The Wreckers are Autobots and Destrons who act as frontline warriors.... Currently, the team consists of Kup, Road Queen, BigJack, Joe Convoy, Drift, and Motormaster and her siblings....
Ratchet: ... Joe Convoy is a Wrecker? *so surprised by this, as he remembers meeting the mech in the Nexus one time*
mvPerceptor: *nods* Indeed, he is....
Clarion: *just started singing softly to herself, a big grin on her face*
Ratchet: *feeling just a bit overcharged now.... Will move to scan the contents of the cube of sweet mid grade with a puzzled frown on his face*
Clarion: *laughs at nothing*
Ratchet: .... That slagger....
Clarion: Huh? *blink blink. Griiin*
Ratchet: Slipped.... Slipped something.... *blinking a bit*
mvPerceptor: *worried sound, will move to attempt to scan the couple*
Clarion: *systems working so efficiently that she's feeling fiiiiiine*
Ratchet: *in a similar state to his mate*
mvPerceptor: ... *facepalm, will attempt to contact his alternate in this reality and explain the situation, as he does not feel it would be wise to leave Ratchet and Clarion alone for the moment*
Ironhide: *comes limping inside in his slow way, then pauses to frown at his friend* Ratchet?
Ratchet: *slowly* I think... I'm a bit overcharged.... *skidplate, meet ground*
Ironhide: *watches him* You realize I don't have a snowballs chance in the pit of picking you up, right?
mvPerceptor: *concerned* Oh dear.... It would appear my counterpart is not answering his comms....
Ironhide: *looks over at the little mech even as he walks over to knocks his knuckles gently against Ratchet's helm* Perceptor? He's off planet.
mvPerceptor: Off planet? *even more concerned than before*
Ironhide: Yeah, he's checking out the frozen 'Cons in the Nemesis. *another soft knock knock as he talks, and then he pings Thundercracker's comm*
Thundercracker: //Whatever you're about to accuse me of, I've been playing with the sparklets since this morning.//
Ironhide: //Need you in the med bay.// *quizzical look for the little Perceptor*
Thundercracker: //....I'm almost afraid to ask why...// *will PINpoint in*
mvPerceptor: *startles badly at the sudden arrival of the Seeker*
Clarion: Eeeek! *starts laughing*
Ironhide: Because Ratchet needs his drunk aft hauled to bed, and then we need someone to sit in the medbay. *brow quirk*
Clarion: *pause* We're drunk?
Ratchet: *frown* That slagger.... The one that looked like Wheeljack.... .... *just lost his train of thought*
Thundercracker: .... *facepalm* I'll get them both to their berth.
Ironhide: Better make it quick. Times when all the medics are slagged are times when the slag hits the fan.
Clarion: Berth... I ain't sleepy.
Ironhide: Wait'll the crash hits.
Thundercracker: *moves to hoist Ratchet to his feet, will then move to snag Clarion*
Clarion: Ahhhhh... oooo. Hi, Doc! *snog*
Ratchet: *happy rumble* *snog*
Thundercracker: *will PINpoint the couple back to their quarters and get them situated on their berth*
Ironhide: *shakes his head and settles into Ratchet's chair while they're gone* *to the little Perceptor* So what're you doing here?
mvPerceptor: Rachel requested my assistance with a matter of great importance....
Ironhide: *glances over to where the other two little bots are sleeping* And what was that? //Hustle, Thundercracker.//
Thundercracker: *back! Just startled mvPerceptor again*
mvPerceptor: *makes just as interesting of a sound when startled as the local Perceptor!*
Ironhide: *scratches his nose and rumbles amusement, then makes a throat clearing sound at the little Perceptor*
mvPerceptor: *attention going to Ironhide once he's calmed from his startlement*
Ironhide: *realizes the guy's forgotten what they were talking about* So what was that?
mvPerceptor: *blink blink* Oh.... It was a matter of medical concern regarding her wordmate....
Ironhide: *crooks a thumb toward the couple on the table* So that guy there?
mvPerceptor: *nods*
Ironhide: Alright. *looks at Thundercracker* Grab a seat and pull it up. *moves Ratchet's chair closer to the table that the little Perceptor is standing on, and then pulls out a deck of cards and starts shuffling* Texas Hold 'em. Blue bingo chips for markers...
((written with random_xtras))