Nexus and rwVerse. Blackout's Kingdom and Cybertron. Strange Goings On....
Blackout: *sitting up on the ledge above her front door, a half eaten blitzcake in one hand as she watches her minions run rampant over the canyon floor down below*
Jetfire: *giving and getting grief*
Blackout: *quirks a brow ridge as something blows up down there, then turns her attention to the cake* ...Yeuch. *drops it down into the fray*
Jetfire: *squawks as the blitzcake bounces off of his head*
Requiem: Hey!
Dreadnought: Cake! *dive!*
Deherree: It's mine! *swinging*
Jetfire: *going to try mushing cake into the face of anyone who gets too close*
Apoleia: *just got caked* Bleah! Ack, don't lick me, you little psycho!
Toyrt-Mow: [Hail Blackout!]
Jetfire: *mushes cake in Toyrt-Mow's face too*
Whiteout: *squishes Dreadnought by stepping on him*
Apoleia: *backpeddles, taking the cake with him* *explicative deleted!*
Pink: *giggling so hard it's gotta hurt as she hovers over the others*
Blackout: *sits and watches, wondering to herself why she can't just move on, and cursing herself as a disgusting weakling*
Jetfire: *grumble curse..... licks his fingers*
Blackout: *watches a gleeful fistfight between Requiem, Sheol, and Sparta. Then stands abruptly* //Jetfire, I'm going to our other reality. You can follow with the brats tomorrow.//
Jetfire: //Aye, Blackout. Knock th' afthat 'round a bit fer me in th' meantime?//
Blackout: //I'll leave that for you.// *vanishes with a swish and slight flash*
Pink: *falters and looks up* ...Where'd Blackout go?
Jetfire: *soothingly* T' talk t' Tidal Wave 'n th' others.... We'll be goin' t'morrah.
Pink: *tiny sadface with big blue eyes* She's not happy. We shouldn't leave her all alone.
Requiem: *just punched Jetfire upside the head after Dreadnought ducked* *dong!*
Jetfire: *wallops Requiem, and bootshops Dreadnought*
Sparta: *jumps on Jetfire, and then yelps as Deherree tries to set both of them on fire*
Jetfire: *going to knock some sense into Sparta, and give Deherree a bit of schooling too!*
Next morning
day: *not even lit when the youngbots are up and happily knocking each other around in the main room as they fuel for the day. Loud music is blaring* *yes, some of them were drinking heavily last night. No, you can't tell*
Jetfire: *sharply* Fall in!
youngbots: *standing to attention, optics bright and cheerful*
Pink: *scoots over and kisses Jetfire on the nose, then zips back to her place in the line and salutes*
Jetfire: *well, shoot. It's hard to be in a grouch mood when Pink does that...* Every'un touchin?
Sparta: *wince wince. Has Deherree clamped down on one shoulder and Whiteout on the other*
Mouse: Ist touching, ja! :D
Sparky: Bwee!
Jetfire: *chuckles and nods* *wait...* *double-takes at sight of mammoths inside the base* *pinch bridge of nose*
youngbots: *all look at him with bright and innocent optics*
Kid: *reaches up to beep his nose*
Jetfire: *darnit. Grumpy mood fading* Le's get going. *PINpoint out*
Requiem: *looks around the quarters and grins, then looks to Jetfire for orders on who is to stay with who, and who's supposed to keep an eye on Deherree, Sparta, and Whiteout. Knows Apoleia has Toyrt-Mow. He always does*
Jetfire: Dreadnought, keep an optic on Deherree, Sparta, and Whiteout. Th' lot 'o you, mind Dreadnought. *serious look for the rowdier of the youngbots* Mouse, you and Pink stick t'gether.... Stay close t' Requiem, 'n mind 'im. Apoleia, keep Toyrt-Mow outta trouble.
Requiem: *brow ridges UP at thought of baby brother being in charge of the whole rowdy contingent, but then sees Sheol smile supportively at Dreadnought and grins himself. Yeah, that'll work. Sheol's a good, steady soldier, and helpful to the younger ones* Yessir.
others: *echo him. Except Sparta*
Sparta: Thrrrrrrpt. *snigger*
Jetfire: *reach, bap Sparta*
Sparta: *wobble, stagger. Try to salute*
Jetfire: *snorts at Sparta and looks to the rest of the youngbots* Yer dismissed. Don' blow up anythin' important.
youngbots: *scatter! Leaving the apartment... totally empty?*
Jetfire: *frowns and attempts to ping Blackout's comm*
Blackout: *has turned comm off. But there's still that sense of her presence on the line*
Jetfire: *perplexed by this, will go see if he can find Tidal Wave or the Punk-Aft Glitchhead. Either one would be good for something.... Be it a good conversation, or target practice*
Tidal Wave: *is sitting in a window niche down one covered shopping gallery a couple blocks away from the apartment, speaking quietly to a husky orange femmebot nearly as tall as he is*
Jetfire: *stops a bit short when he sees that* Er.....
Tidal Wave: *looks up and gives his slight smile* Jetfire. Tidal Wave glad to see you.
Jetfire: 'Ave ye seen Blackout, Tidal Wave? She's not answerin' 'er comms...
Tidal Wave: *looks at his companion, something flickering in his optics* Macadam's.
Jetfire: Ah.... *small nod, is also studying the orange femmebot curiously* Friend 'o yours?
Tidal Wave: *looks up again, his smile taking on a slight hint of sadness for a moment before his usual stoicism takes over* Wife.
Jetfire: .... *boy, don't 0_0 expressions look funny on baytech faces?*
Tidal Wave: Euroclyda, this is Jetfire.
femme: *bows her head respectfully, but doesn't say anything*
Jetfire: *nods* When'd ye tie th' knot?
Tidal Wave: *slight shrug of one shoulder* Not bonded yet. Soon.
Euroclyda: *nods, her purple optics thoughtful as she studies the old Seeker*
Jetfire: Ah... No clue where th' brats got t', but they're 'ere somewhere. *chuckle*
Tidal Wave: *smiles again* We'll be ready for them.
Jetfire: Good luck. *slightly wry grin* Kid 'n Sparky're wit' 'em.
Tidal Wave: *optics flicker* ...Mammoths?
Jetfire: Aye.
Tidal Wave: *getting to his feet* Tidal Wave will notify other Enforcers.
Jetfire: *raised brow ridge*
Tidal Wave: *looks back at him the same way* ...You never saw them play?
Jetfire: *SNERK*
Tidal Wave: Yeah. *salutes and leads Euroclyda away*
Jetfire: *will nod to Tidal Wave and Euroclyda before moving to head for Macadam's. On his way there, he'll ponder about how Tidal Wave had hoped Blackout would claim him.... and feel just a bit shocked that the big mech has apparently decided that it will never happen*
Hot Shot: *skids to a stop when he sees the old mech* Jetfire! Where's Blackout??
Jetfire: Macadam's, 'parently.
Hot Shot: *facepalm* Why didn't I look there????
Jetfire: *smirk* D'ye really want 'n answer t' tha'?
Hot Shot: *flails* This isn't funny, Jetfire! I have to find her before the Enforcers arrest her!!!!
Jetfire: ... *frown* What th' slag 'appened?
Hot Shot: They found Sideswipe, and he was pretty messed up. When Scavenger asked him who did it he said "Blackout". But that can't be right! She wouldn't do something like that to Sideswipe!!!
Jetfire: *more frown* Th'n we'd best git t' Macadam's, lad.
Hot Shot: Less talk, more walk!! *zoom!*
Jetfire: *following at a near run*
Macadam's: *hopping when they arrive. Over in a dark corner Blackout is leaning her chair back against the wall and looking up at four tall Enforcers*
Hot Shot: Oh no. *pulls out his gun*
Jetfire: *hand on gun* Put tha' 'way, lad, afore ye 'urt some'un.
Hot Shot: But they're going to arrest her!
Jetfire: Maybe, maybe not. Don' go jumpin' t' conclusions jes' yet, lad. *moves to approach Blackout and the Enforcers*
Blackout: *standing and holding out her wrists to the embarrassed mechs*
Enforcer captain: *apologizing even as he cuffs her*
Jetfire: *frown* Jes' what's goin' on 'ere?
Blackout: *looks at him expressionlessly* Stand down, Jetfire.
Jetfire: *shrug* Jes' askin'... 'Ad t' stop a lad from wavin' 'is gun 'round earlier....
Blackout: *nods* You're in charge.
Jetfire: *small frown* Tha' don' answer th' question, Blackout.... *is confused*
Blackout: *shrug*
Enforcer captain: She's under arrest for the attempted murder of Lt. Sideswipe.
Hot Shot: That's stupid!!!
Jetfire: *Look for Hot Shot* *attention back to the Enforcer captain* So when was this all 'appenin'?
Enforcer: Sideswipe was found less than an hour ago. The medic who answered the initial call said he'd been there for awhile. I'm sorry, that's all we can say.
Jetfire: *rumbles quietly*
Enforcer: *slight salute, and then he and his squad are leading Blackout out of Macaddam's to the stares of the other patrons*
Jetfire: *frowning* Somethin' ain't right 'ere.
Hot Shot: *wibbling* They're crazy. Blackout wouldn't hurt Sideswipe. She may be an ex 'Con, but even she doesn't kick puppies.
Jetfire: Aye. So somethin' ain't right, 'n some'un ain't tellin' th' truth.
Hot Shot: But why would Sideswipe lie about Blackout? He's been crazy about her since she gave him his first kiss after his date stood him up.
Jetfire: Dunno... But I'm tempted t' find out. *getting a bit of a look in his optics*
Hot Shot: I wanna help.
Jetfire: *studying Hot Shot* Ye cannae fly, lad.
Hot Shot: *scowl* So???
Jetfire: Ye'r gonna 'afta floor it t' keep up on th' ground, lad....
Hot Shot: *big droop* But I wanna help.
Jetfire: Go sit wit' Sideswipe. 'N keep me updated 'bout 'is condition, 'n 'f 'e says anythin' else.
Hot Shot: *reluctant perk* Yessir.
Jetfire: *carefully nudges Hot Shot towards the door* Git goin'. I'll keep ye updated on my end.
Hot Shot: Yessir. *goes*
Jetfire: *heads out the door as well, before taking off. He's not sure, but he's hoping Starscream or the Punk-aft Glitchead might be able to shed some light on what's going on* *heads for Starscream's office*
Starscream: *looks up as the old mech enters*
rwJetfire: *looks around from where he was leaning his hands on the desk and yelling at Starscream*
Jetfire: *conversationally* So Blackout's bein' accused 'f attackin' Sideswipe.
rwJetfire: *slams hands on desk* I know, and it's stupid!
Starscream: *silent and pensive frown*
Jetfire: Aye. 'N I think there's somethin' we're missin', 'r some'un's lyin'. 'R both. *serious* Blackout ain't th' sort t' attack th' people she's fond o', 'les they're sparrin' wit' 'er.
rwJetfire: *bitter little laugh* Jets, Sideswipe's one of her babies. She won't even spar with the dork.
Jetfire: Aye. *optics narrowing for a moment as something occurs to him* Th' lad'd call 'er f'r 'elp 'f 'e knew she was in town, 'n 'e was in trouble.... wouldn't 'e?
Starscream: *softly* Anyone will call for the one they care for most when they're dying.
Jetfire: *frown* Aye....
rwJetfire: So waddrewe gonna do? Did she leave you in charge? *frowns at his alternate*
Jetfire: *nod* Aye.... Hot Shot's gone t' sit wit' Sideswipe.....
rwJetfire: ...Which means Arcee'll be there pretty soon. Nobody'll be able to get at the dork that isn't supposed to.
Jetfire: Will th' lad be safe? *meaning Hot Shot*
rwJetfire: Nobody crosses Arcee. Her brothers are the main energon suppliers.
Starscream: She's an Omicron.
Jetfire: Ah.... *soft chuckle* Well, guess we sh'ld be thinkin' 'bout who might'a 'ad it out fer Sideswipe.....
Starscream: I can't think of anyone. He's annoying, but not that annoying.
Jetfire: Then 'ow 'bout any'un who might want Blackout outta th' way? *thinking of power struggles in his reality of origin*
Starscream: There might be some left. But she's a popular hero here.
rwJetfire: *snort* That's puttin' it mildly.
Jetfire: *serious look for Starscream* Git a list 'f 'em.
Starscream: *hint of doubt in those silver optics* I'll do my best, sir.
Jetfire: Even 'f there's only 'un name on th' list, it's a start, lad.
Starscream: *nods, still looking uncertain* When do you want it?
Jetfire: Soon 's ye c'n git 't.... I want t' see where Sideswipe was attacked.
Starscream: *glances toward the white shuttlebot* Jetfire, will you show him the spot?
rwJetfire: *grim and impatient. Also quiet in his anger* Sure thing.
Jetfire: *to his counterpart* You get first dibs at shootin' th' slaarg-kisser responsible in th' aft, 'r kickin' 'is aft. *yes, he'd rather have first dibs, but this is him trying to maintain good relations*
rwJetfire: Heh. *tosses off an ironic salute to Starscream, who is actually equal to him in rank, and then turns toward the door*
Starscream: *quietly, to both of them* Be careful out there.
Jetfire: Ye be careful too, lad. Trust yer instincts. *moves to follow rwJetfire*
rwJetfire: *looks around for potentially roastable civilians, then kicks off and flies off over the rooftops*
Jetfire: *double-checks that there aren't any civilians, takes off and transforms to alt mode before following rwJets*
rwJetfire: *looks over his shoulder* ...No flight capability in root mode?
Jetfire: It's faster 'f I go in alt mode. *and he can create sonic booms this way too. Old coot finds amusement where he can*
rwJetfire: Ah. *distracted sounding as he looks ahead* Gotcha.
Jetfire: *keeping sensors on alert for any threats that might be foolish enough to tangle with him or his counterpart*
rwJetfire: *acks softly and takes a swat at something buzzing around his head* Airazor!
Jetfire: Whozzat?
rwJetfire: Ack! Gotcha! *holds the little pink and gold bundle of cuss and deedle* S'my friend Airazor.
Jetfire: Ah... What's got 'er riled up?
rwJetfire: *shrugs as he hovers* The same thing that makes this whole trying to find out who hates Blackout ridiculous.
Jetfire: Any lead we c'n git 's still a lead, lad.
rwJetfire: Yeah, but even the Minicons love Blackout. *looks at the one in his hand, who calls him something unprintable*
Jetfire: Then we sh'ld ask th' Minicons fer their 'elp too. Th' more optics we 'ave watchin' fer fishy business, th' better.
rwJetfire: *lets Airazor go and gets kicked in the face* They're already out lookin'.
Jetfire: Good.
Airazor: *pats her butt at him*
rwJetfire: Awww, c'mon, that's not nice... Ack! Yes, dear. I mean... *sideways scowl at Jetfire*
Jetfire: *snickerfit*
rwJetfire: *hands on hips* What's so funny?
Jetfire: 'T's easy t' see who's in charge.... *chuckle*
rwJetfire: ...What's that supposta mean? *lowers head bullishly*
Airazor: *nowhere in sight. Already flew off*
Jetfire: *chuckles* Weren't we off t' somewhere?
rwJetfire: I wanna know what you were talkin' about just then.
Jetfire: *more chuckle* Th' way th' lass was bossin' ye 'round.
rwJetfire: That doesn't mean anything. *starts to fly again*
Jetfire: Uh-huh. *follows*
rwJetfire: Look. It can't mean anything, alright? So just forget you ever saw it.
Jetfire: Whatever ye say, lad. *soooo going to hang onto this memory file and bring it up when the time's right.... which will likely be a good long while from now*
rwJetfire: I'm in charge of the Autobots. I can't do that and be involved with someone from another faction. *quietly* So I'm not.
Jetfire: .... *well, there went that idea....* *quiet for a little while, then...* 'Re we there yet?
rwJetfire: It's the place with the chalk outline on the roof. That isn't where they found Swiper, though. It was a joke from the last drinking party.
Jetfire: Where'd they find Sideswipe at then?
rwJetfire: *lands on the roof and heads through the entrance, then down into a comfortable, though messy apartment. Through a cheery living room full of holovid cases, and then down a hall, where he points to an energon covered berth* Right there.
Jetfire: *frowning and scanning the area. Something just doesn't seem right to the old Seeker....* Hm....
rwJetfire: *studying the vague outline of a body in the midst of the drying liquid* ...He was asleep when they got 'im. And he didn't wake up till he was too weak ta move.
Jetfire: *nod* Ain't Blackout's style.
rwJetfire: *absently, as he takes pictures* Obviously.
Jetfire: *another sweep of sensors, looking for any sign of Blackout or anyone else who might have come through the apartment in the last solar cycle*
apartment: *only holds residual readings of known bots, all close friends of Sideswipe or their Minicon working partners*
Jetfire: *shares this with rwJetfire*
rwJetfire: And no tracks in here but Minicon tracks. I don't know what it is with those guys and hiding under big bots' beds.
Jetfire: *shrug* No clue.... *also checking the ceilings, just in case*
rwJetfire: *sees where he's looking and also looks up* The footprints up there I can understand.
Jetfire: Oh?
rwJetfire: You live with Minicons. Think about it. *stoops to look at something on the floor by the foot of the berth*
Jetfire: ... *SNERK* Th' li'l blighters.... *so amused* *then he notices what rwJetfire is doing* Somethin' missed?
rwJetfire: *holds up a piece of dried and shrivelled seaweed* ...What's this?
Jetfire: Looks like seaweed....
rwJetfire: *blinks and looks at it more closely* Seaweed?
Jetfire: Aye.... Ain't sure what type though... *studying it now*
rwJetfire: ...I know who will know. *carefully stores the bit of dead organic matter in a little baggy and puts it in a storage compartment*
Jetfire: Tidal Wave... *looks to see if he's right*
rwJetfire: *snork* Nope.
Jetfire: *blink blink* Then who, lad?
rwJetfire: This biologist chick. *looks around* I'll be right back. Don't have any fun without me. *out of the room and heading for the roof*
Jetfire: *snort* *amuses himself by doing another sensor sweep, this time for organic materials*
organic material: *there! Wait, it's an empty bio diesel can*
Jetfire: *disappointed snort*
Sideswipe: *is SO an immature bachelor*
Jetfire: *not really surprised. Trying to think of anything else he could check for, just in case there's more than what his sensors are picking up*
rwJetfire: *agonized shout over comms* //Halp! ARRGGHHHH!//
Jetfire: *out to the roof and taking off in root mode* //I'm comin', lad! Coordinates!//
rwJetfire: *garbled whimper*
Jetfire: *seeing red* *NOBODY is allowed to kick the Punk-Aft Glitchhead's sorry can but HIM. Scanning and searching for rwJetfire is a GO*
bright pink smear: *up on the side of that tall building* *looks like something hit and slid downward*
Jetfire: *down to where he thinks the pink smear will end, is alerting Starscream as well*
rwJetfire: *crumpled heap on the roof of a transport tube building. Isn't moving, and isn't giving off many life signs*
Jetfire: *hand on rwJetfire, knows there's no time to waste. Will PINpoint to Red Alert's medical facility* *will bellow for a medic*
Red Alert: *as he runs into the room* Shouting won't... Oh no! Jetfire! *on knees by friend, working to keep him online as Longarm deedles fervent cussing and runs for supplies*
Jetfire: 'E was takin' a sample t' a friend 'f 'is, 'n next I knew, was gettin' a distress call.... *doesn't seem to realize he's bristling and that his armor's up in places*
Longarm: Here I come. *runs in and sets the life support pod beside his working partner*
Red Alert: *tucks the spark into it and closes the lid, then frowns deeply as he gets to his feet and carries it over to his scanning equipment* *behind him, the abandoned armour fades to grey*
Jetfire: *just a bit freaked out by that*
Longarm: *goes and gets a datapad* *quietly, as he writes* Time of death... *write write*
Jetfire: .... What?!
Red Alert: Jetfire, sir, please don't shout. I'm doing very delicate work here. *intent on monitors*
Jetfire: Th' lad....
Red Alert: *absently* Yes?
Jetfire: *quieter* 'E 'n I were investigatin'.... Found some seaweed 'n Sideswipe's 'partment...
Red Alert: *still intent on his work* Longarm, will you see if you can find the sample?
Longarm: *walks over and starts an intent search of storage compartments on the damaged armour*
Jetfire: *shakes a bit* Th' blighters what attacked Sideswipe got 'im while 'e was sleepin'. Tha' ain't Blackout's way.....
Red Alert: *still working* And Blackout's in jail now. So it definitely wasn't her who attacked Jetfire. *small sound of dismay*
Jetfire: 'N it wasn't 'er what attacked Sideswipe. She's too fond 'f th' lad.....
Red Alert: *quietly* Jetfire's spark is damaged.
Jetfire: ... *feeling just a bit ill now* 'Ow bad?
Red Alert: It's less than 85 percent, and failing. *still working his scanning equipment*
Jetfire: *sharp curse* 'S there anythin' I c'n do t' 'elp?
Longarm: *without looking up from his search* No.
Jetfire: *more curse*
Red Alert: *more dismay* It's a virus. There's a virus destroying his spark. *frowning deeply as he sets to work to try and retard the progress of the destructive program* Longarm, please go check Sideswipe's spark.
Longarm: On it! *goes running out of the room*
Jetfire: ... Slaggin' viruses.....
Red Alert: I'm going to have to put him in stasis while I work. *scrambling to put words to action*
Jetfire: *rattles his armor a bit and scans rwJetfire's shell, just in case there's something telling about his attacker*
armour: *contains no trace of the seaweed*
Jetfire: ....'E must've gotten th' seaweed t' 'is friend.... Tha' 'r th' slagger what got 'im took 't....
Red Alert: *too busy trying to save a life to answer*
Jetfire: *frown* Wait a click... *looking again* There's shrapnel 'n residue..... Missile shrapnel, 'n summat from 'n explosion.....
Red Alert: *darts out of the room with the spark pot*
Jetfire: *looks up*
lab: *very silent now*
Jetfire: *frown* *letting Starscream know about the missile shrapnel*
Starscream: //Do you want Scavenger or Tidal Wave there with you?//
Jetfire: //Startin' t' consider 't, Starscream...// *just a bit rattled. Anyone who could hurt rwJetfire that badly....*
Starscream: //Alright. Scavenger and Blurr are on their way. Maybe you'd better hold your position till they arrive, sir.//
Jetfire: //Tell 'em t' keep 'ware 'f their surroundin's..... Goin' topside.... Startin' t' feel a bit cramped in 'ere...//
Starscream: //But you'll be less protected if you leave the building.// *sounds worried*
Jetfire: //Mayhaps... But I c'n keep 'n optic on th' lad 'n lass from th' roof....//
Starscream: //Still...// *sounds like he wants to insist, but Decepticon trained respect for superiors is holding him back*
Jetfire: //I need t' be outside.// *and here's some insight into the instincts of the old Seeker, Starscream. Can you hear how tense and agitated he is?*
Starscream: //I understand, sir. Oh, Airazor and Prowl are in your area.// *so relieved sounding*
Jetfire: //They need t' keep on 'lert too....// *rattles his armor a bit without realizing it*
Starscream: //Don't worry, they are. Prowl's very alert, and Airazor is a Minicon jet.//
Jetfire: *quietly* //Aye....// *sends a brief message to Red Alert about where he'll be if needed before moving to head for the roof*
Red Alert: *tersely* //Be careful, sir. Sideswipe also has the virus.//
Jetfire: //Frag....// *pinches the bridge of his nose*
Red Alert: //I've removed his spark and put it into stasis as well. I think we'll be able to save his armour, but I'm not certain yet.//
Jetfire: //When I find th' slaggers responsible....// *moving to situate himself near the door, is on high alert*
Airazor: *comes in, straight as an arrow and bounces off his chestplate* *so upset she can't remember any language but the one she was born with* {Frag slaggin', pit suckin', dirty rotten...}
Jetfire: *catches the Minicon femme and holds her close* *quietly* Slaarg kissin' glitch-'eaded Pit-spawn....
Airazor: *much cry!*
Prowl: *pings Jetfire's comm*
Jetfire: *sends coordinates to Prowl*
Prowl: //I know, sir. I'm down on the corner overlooking your position.//
Jetfire: //Ah....//
Scavenger: *pings*
Jetfire: *responds with a wordless ping*
Scavenger: *quiet and grim* //We just found Shockblast.//
Jetfire: //...'Live or dead?//
Scavenger: //Dead, and his spark's gone.//
Jetfire: *curse*
Blurr: //I don't understand how anyone could have snuck up on him. He was crazy as a Junkion and twice as paranoid as any Seeker. ...No insult intended, Jetfire, sir.//
Jetfire: //None taken, lass.... I don' like th' whole situation..... Summat ain't right.... Summat we're missin'....// *soft rumble and a bit of armor rattling*
Scavenger: //This wasn't his brother's work. I'm picking up jet fuel residue around the wound.//
Jetfire: //...Well 't wasn't me. Was investigatin' Sideswipe's 'partment... Found some seaweed tha' Jets was gonna take t' a friend 'o 'is....//
Blurr: //Do you have missiles? Wait, seaweed?//
Jetfire: //All'o me missiles 're on me.... 'N yeah... Was at th' foot 'o Sideswipe's berth...//
Blurr: //There's only one place on Cybertron where seaweed grows.//
Scavenger: //The peace garden.//
Jetfire: //...Someone came from tha' place, 'n 'tacked Sideswipe while 'e was rechargin'.... Then when Jets went t' take th' sample t' 'is friend, they blasted 'im wit' missiles... 'N prolly th' same slagger 'r slaggers got Shockblast...//
Scavenger: //Sideswipe was in bed? And Jetfire was flying?//
Jetfire: //Aye.... 'N Blackout was 'n jail when Jets got blasted....//
Scavenger: //Shockblast was in his armoury when he died.//
Blurr: *sounding just a bit uneasy* //They were all in the place that they felt safest.//
Jetfire: //... Aye...// *on high alert now* *scanner sweep of his surroundings*
Scavenger: *quietly* //I'll let out an all points alert. Why don't you go get the Warlady out of jail?//
Jetfire: //Th' slaggers got Jets when 'e was flyin'...// *just a bit disturbed by that*
Blurr: //Not hard, for a missile.//
Airazor: *grim little nod of agreement from where she's tucked against Jetfire's chest*
Jetfire: //I don' wanna walk.... But I don' wanna git blasted either.//
Scavenger: //That shouldn't be a problem if you're on the alert. Besides, they wouldn't try to get you till you're with Blackout.// *knows your happy place, he does, old jet*
Jetfire: //... So I'm th' bait now?//
Scavenger: *snorts over the line* //No. I didn't think you were a coward.//
Jetfire: *snort* *opens a storage compartment that he knows is empty* *softly, to Airazor* Want t' come wit' 'n spring Blackout?
Airazor: *looks in the pocket, and then looks up at him* Not in there.
Jetfire: *snerks and closes it* Fair 'nough.
Airazor: If we're gonna fly you should grab Prowl.
Jetfire: *nods and moves to do so*
Prowl: *transforms and looks up as the big jet lands by him* Sir?
Jetfire: We're goin' t' git Blackout.
Airazor: So hop on, groundpounder.
Prowl: *shakes his head* There's really no need to be rude. *does indeed hop on. Minicons can really jump*
Jetfire: *takes off once he's certain Prowl's secure*
Airazor: *quietly flies in formation as they head toward the lockup. The tiny femme's blue optics are still too bright*
Jetfire: *definitely on high alert now. Weapons are ready to be deployed at a moment's notice, and he's continually doing sensor sweeps and scanning his surroundings*
Airazor: *comes and sits on his shoulder as they come to the end of an uneventful trip. Soft 'thrrrpt!' at the guards who walk to meet them as Jetfire lands on the roof*
Jetfire: Where's Blackout? *NO mood for sass or the runaround*
Windsaber: She's downstairs in the lounge. Roadblock's with her.
Jetfire: Coordinates? *maybe just a bit tense right now....*
Windsaber: *surprised look* It's at the end of the office hall, sir.
Jetfire: *rattles his armor a bit, isn't going to let his guard down as he heads that way*
Prowl: *hops down and follows, watching Jetfire's six*
Airazor: *head turning as she alertly scans the corridor*
Jetfire: *scanning and walking. Will relax once the threat has been dealt with*
Blackout: *looks up from a mug of warm oil as he comes in. Quirks a brow ridge*
Roadblock: *standing nearby and giving her a puzzled and sad look of confusion*
Jetfire: *quick databurst of the situation to his sister*
Blackout: *nods* Scavenger told me. *sets down oil and stands, then walks toward him*
Roadblock: *sadness gets stronger as she doesn't even take a swat at him*
Jetfire: *rattles his armor a bit. Paranoid Seeker is paranoid. For a fragging good reason, darnit*
Blackout: *pats his shoulder* We'd sense them coming. And it's not like you haven't already been recycled once.
Jetfire: Th' blighters've been 'ittin' where their victims've felt safest.
Blackout: *nods, then cocks her head as a ping comes over the channel she shares with Jetfire*
Tidal Wave: //Dead Minicons.//
Jetfire: .... *curse*
Blackout: //Which ones?//
Tidal Wave: //Adventure Team.//
Blackout: *nods* //Peace garden jungle?//
Tidal Wave: //Yes.//
Jetfire: *rattling armor. Now he's upset AND paranoid. Not a good combo....*
Blackout: *scratches at the glyph she branded onto her chest after Jazz died* //How long have they been dead?//
Tidal Wave: //Looks like they died day before yesterday.//
Jetfire: .... *frown* Tha's 'alf a day afore ye got 'ere, Blackout....
Blackout: *nods* Shockwave died yesterday, they say.
Jetfire: *quieter* Jets was 'tacked earlier t'day....
Blackout: And Sideswipe last night.
Jetfire: *frowning more as he tries to piece things together. Is still keeping on alert though*
Blackout: *turns to leave the room*
Tidal Wave: *signs off, sounding subdued and sad*
Jetfire: *moves to follow Blackout. Is also keeping an optic on Prowl and Airazor* *over Blackout's private channel* //Jes' wish we 'ad more than yer word 'boutcher where'bouts last night.....//
Blackout: *quick, quizzical glance*
Jetfire: //Tha'd clear yer name....//
Blackout: *faces forward again* //I wasn't alone last night.//
Jetfire: ... //Who was wit' ye?//
Blackout: *expressionless* //Tidal Wave.//
Jetfire: //Ah....// *will let the matter drop for now* *still on high alert though*
Blackout: *dismisses Prowl as they come out of the building, then kicks off and takes to the air in chopper form*
Jetfire: *takes off and transforms mid-air*
Airazor: *buzzes around their heads*
Blackout: *lets Jetfire hear as she recommends Rodimus Prime as the new Autobot supreme commander*
Starscream: *asks about this uncertainly. What about Jetfire?*
Blackout: //I just talked to Red Alert. Jetfire won't be in any shape to lead.// *isn't heading toward her apartment*
Jetfire: *sensor sweep, is watching Blackout and Airazor's six*
Blackout: *cocks an optic at the little femme* Go to Jetfire. Now.
Airazor: *stops and looks at her with surprise, then scoots after* What do you mean?
Blackout: I mean he's not Supreme Commander now. So go.
Airazor: *wibbles and looks at Jetfire*
Jetfire: *gently* Go on, lass.... 'E'll git t' worryin' 'boutcha....
Airazor: He's in stasis, in a pod.
Jetfire: 'E'll still know yer there.
Airazor: I...
Blackout: *shoots at her*
Jetfire: Git goin'.
Airazor: *shoots back and scores a decided hit on the Warlady, then pats her little rear and flies away*
Blackout: *trailing smoke as she continues on her way*
Jetfire: *quietly* Th' lass'll be alright....
Blackout: *noncommittal snort*
Jetfire: //So where're we 'eaded?//
Blackout: //Cyclonus' place.//
Jetfire: //...Ye suspect 'im?//
Blackout: *snerk* //Yeah, right.//
Jetfire: *chuckle* //Jes' checkin'.//
Blackout: *up, and lands on a taller building, then staggers slightly as she transforms*
Jetfire: *circles around once, transforms, and lands. Will move to fuss over Blackout*
Blackout: *leans on him slightly* Minicons pack a punch. *pauses and lifts her head, giving him a thoughtful look* //Scavenger, try to figure out the angle of all those hits.//
Jetfire: Aye.... *frowning a bit* *over the private line* //Minicon-sized 'r 'uman sized, 't'd be 'round th' same angle, d'pendin'....//
Scavenger: *sounds absent* //Yes, I know. But no human would pack this much heat. And one of Tidal Wave's friends swears these were sea to air torpedoes.//
Blackout: //That's a Minicon contrivance.//
Jetfire: //So we're lookin' fer aquatic Minicons...//
Blurr: //That's what it looks like. But our crazy aquatic Minicons are all accounted for.//
Jetfire: *frowning muchly now*
Blackout: *straightens and heads for the entrance* //There are more than Sea Team, aren't there?//
Blurr: //Yeah, but they aren't that crazy.//
Jetfire: //Might be worth th' trouble t' round 'em up....// *follows Blackout*
Scavenger: //We'll see who's on Cybertron and where they are.//
Blackout: //Do that. Blackout out.// *down the stairs to the top floor*
Jetfire: *still keeping on alert and doing sensor sweeps*
Blackout: *bangs at a door, and then pauses to listen to the slag going on in the apartment on the other side of that door* *half grin*
Jetfire: *raised brow ridge* 'E got company 'sides us?
Blackout: *punts the door so it opens, and then stands and watches as Deherree and a black local mech with pewter pinstriping roll around on the floor and try to headbutt each other in the face*
Dreadnought: *from the couch where he's sitting by a young purple mech and with a pink cammo femme sitting on his knees* Blackout! :D
Jetfire: *watching Deherree and the black mech with amusement now, and offering protips* *relaxing ever so slightly*
Blackout: *comes walking in, and then trips over the combatants as they roll into her path* *falls over*
Dreadnought: Blackout! *on his feet and hurrying to offer assistance if it's wanted*
Thundra: *as she flies* Hey! *insane giggling*
Bullseye: *also on his feet and ready to help the Warlady as she needs it. Green optics are sober and concerned*
Jetfire: *moving to see if he can separate the combatants*
Deherree: *currently sitting on her opponent and banging his head on the floor*
Jetfire: *reaching down to try and grab Deherree by her scruffbar*
Deherree: *stiffens as he grabs her* Hey! *so much indignation!*
Jetfire: Watch where yer scrappin', lass.
Deherree: I was putting that Autobot in his place!
Thundra: *giggles more* She was putting you in your place, Diehard!
Diehard: *sits up, wiping the back of his hand over a dented battle mask as yellow optics twinkle good naturedly* Sure she was.
Deherree: *growls at him*
Jetfire: *gives Deherree a bit of a shake*
Deherree: Hey! *goes submissively limp, though rebellion is still burning in her ruby optics*
Blackout: Sybil. I need some repair.
Jetfire: *going to drop Deherree on Diehard now*
Diehard: Ack! *deep laughter*
Deherree: *scrambles away and then kicks the black youngbot*
Sybil: *offers Jetfire a tray of snacks* Hold this while I go get the med kit?
Jetfire: *nods and holds the tray*
Blackout: Watch out.
youngbots: *mob the guy with the goodies!*
Jetfire: *acks as he's mobbed*
Thundra: *kisses him on the cheek while she's at it, then giggles some more*
Jetfire: Hey! *mock scowl for Thundra*
Thundra: *more giggle, and then stuffs her mouth with the goodies she grabbed*
Diehard: Eesh. *laugh* Are you ever going to have manners?
Thundra: Hey, I take after my dad. It's his fault I'm loco. *BURP*
Jetfire: *rattles his armor as he snickers*
Dreadnought: That was well brought up. Too bad you weren't.
Bullseye: *BRAP!!!!*
Dreadnought: ...Sad.
Jetfire: *rattle rattle*
Diehard: *embarrassed but laughing* *BRAAAAP* *ducks head, shoulders shaking*
Dreadnought: Laaaaame. *snigger*
Jetfire: *dirty rotten stinker grin*
Whiteout: *rattles her armour with her burp*
Dreadnought: *optics twinkling at Jetfire as he sees that grin* Nope.
Jetfire: *might rattle a few windows.....* *BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP*
youngbots: *all fall over, many of them laughing*
Sybil: *chuckling and shaking her head as she patches Blackout*
Jetfire: *smugly* I win.
Thundra: *as she giggles maniacally* You have got to do that sometime around my dad when he's too drunk to remember his own name. It'll totally scramble his processor!
Bullseye: *stops and looks at her from where he's sitting by her on the floor* But, Thundra, he's already scrambled.
Thundra: *sobers* Oh. Yeah. Heh, maybe it'll make him sane! *more giggling*
Jetfire: *snerk*
Blackout: *reaches out and gently pulls Diehard close, then gives the youngster a kiss on the helmet* You're going to stay with my army while I'm here.
Diehard: *surprised* Yes, sir.
Thundra: Hey. What about us? We're teammates, remember?
Blackout: *thoughtful look at them* Scavenger can protect you and Bullseye.
Jetfire: *sneaking one of the few remaining goodies*
Sybil: There are more of those in the prep room. *helps Blackout settle on the other couch*
Thundra: What, we aren't special? *wibble*
Blackout: Don't be stupid. You have your creators.
Thundra: *blink blink* Oh yeah...
Sybil: *slight smirk*
Blackout: *shakes head and rubs face* Rookies...
Jetfire: *going to get more goodies* *pleased sound as he sees all the counters covered with trays of little calcien and energon bits. Will bring a couple trays back out to where the youngbots are*
youngbots: *all look up alertly, and it's clear that even Diehard is considering mobbing the old bot to get the treats*
Blackout: *gives Diehard a gentle shake* Behave.
Diehard: *laughs*
Jetfire: *sets both trays down where the youngbots can get at them*
Bullseye: Thank you, sir. Aren't you having any? *looks up, uncertain and eager to please*
Jetfire: *grin* Could only carry two trays at a time. *going back for more snacks*
Blackout: Come sit over here, Jetfire. *points to the big easy chair*
Jetfire: *moving to do so once he's snagged another tray of snacks. Will offer some of the tray's contents to Blackout*
Blackout: *has one, crunching thoughtfully as she watches the youngbots eat and scrap and trash talk. Looks relatively content, though thoughtful*
Diehard: *leaning back against her couch with the confidence of a loved nephew*
Jetfire: *rumbles and munches on a snack. Is almost back down to his normal level of alert watching*
Blackout: *glances toward her brother* I forgot you hadn't met these scrap bots before.
Jetfire: *headshake* Nay....
Blackout: You've met Cyclonus and Demolisher.
Jetfire: *nods and crunches on another snack*
Blackout: Bullseye is Demolisher and Belladonna's brat. Thundra belongs to Cyclonus and Sybil. *yes, that calm femme over there checking her mail on the wall screen*
Jetfire: .... *snerks*
Blackout: *grabs Diehard's head and shakes it* You know what a Diehard is.
Jetfire: *nods* Aye....
Blackout: *gently squeezes the youngster's head, then takes her hand back to eat with*
Diehard: *leans back again as he adjusts the audio receiver that Blackout shook wonky*
Jetfire: *chuckles and crunches on a few more snacks*
Sybil: *looks over at them* You're welcome to stay here for now. The apartment across the hall is empty, so there'll be enough room for all of your team.
Jetfire: *looks to Blackout for her judgement on this*
Blackout: *shrugs. She doesn't really care either way. But she's inclined to stay on this couch by 'her' youngling right now*
Jetfire: *nods*
Dreadnought: Want me to call the others?
Jetfire: Go 'head, lad.
Dreadnought: *does so*
Sybil: *nearly jumps out of her armour as the rest of Blackout's army start PINpointing in* o.0
Pink: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, Bullseye! *kissies!*
Jetfire: *rumbly chuckle*
Mouse: *turns toward the chuckle and grins at him, then walks over to sit by his chair and lean against it*
Kid: *beeping noses!*
Thundra: EEEEEEEEEEEEK!
Jetfire: *snickerfit*
Dreadnought: *laughs his butt off*
Requiem: Hey, don't do that. You'll scare the mammoths.
Jetfire: *offers Mouse some of the snacks from the tray*
Mouse: Danke. *takes a few and nibbles, incredibly dainty for something so large*
Jetfire: *soft rumbles. Is finally relaxed enough that he's at his normal state of alertness*
youngbots: *digging through entertainment chips now and talking about what goodies to make/order*
Blackout: //I'm still thinking about what's happened, Jetfire. But let the scraplets play.//
Jetfire: //Aye...// *shuttering his optics and slipping into a light doze. Is still communicative, but right now, he's conserving energy*
Blackout: *settles down to recharge as she analyzes data and listens to the youngbots argue and laugh*
((written with random_xtras))