Nexus, Near the Sign and the Sanctuary of Primus, Life
Ratchet: *clicking gently to the two sparklets in his arms as he walks away from the sign in the direction of a certain white building with pillars on the front porch* Shhh. It's going to be alright, kids.
Oppy: *Quiet clicks, snuggles against Ratchet*
Mira: *hiding against Oppy and Ratchet. Is feeling just a bit overwhelmed*
Ratchet: Don't worry, Mira. I've told Showtime where we're going and what's happened. Everything's going to be alright. *walks a little faster as the building comes into sight*
Requiem: *frowning from where he's standing in his place on the Sanctuary roof*
Mira: *small nod, soft clicks*
Oppy: *relaxes. He was worried that Mama wouldn't know*
Pi: *looks up and then stashes his comic book as he gets to his feet and comes over* Is that what the boss was talking about?
Oppy: *peeks at Pi, small smile, clicks*
Ratchet: *softly* Mira's feeling overwhelmed. She's never been in a shell before except when she was possessing this one, or hiding in someone else's.
Pi: *soft beeps for both youngsters as he gently ganks them and cuddles them* You guys think a blanket would help?
Oppy: Blanket... *Small nod, cuddles Pi and Mira*
Pi: *beeps some more as he turns and brings his little friends up the steps and into the warmth of the Sanctuary*
Bbbrl: *skids to a stop in the midst of his hour long game of sock skating* :o
Oppy: *Curious about the other little being he can see, clicks a greeting*
Pi: *carefully hunkers down so that Oppy and Bbbrl can see each other* *quietly* Oppy, this is my little brother, Bbbrl. Bbbrl, this is Oppy, and his sister Mira.
Bbbrl: Ohh. *ears down* Don't be scared. *will now crawl between you, Oppy, and Mira, and snuggle you both as he starts to purr. His flannel footie jammies are very soft*
Oppy: *Happy clicks*
Mira: *peeeeeks and clicks softly as she studies Bbbrl with wide optics*
Bbbrl: *looks up and chirps at Mira softly, his big eyes bright and friendly*
Mira: *hesitant chirp*
Bbbrl: Do you want to come snuggle in my bed? I have blankets and dolls.
Mira: *Small nod*
Pi: Do you guys want something to eat, too? *carrying the three little ones down the hall toward the room he shares with baby brother*
Oppy: Yellow Uncle Ratchet gave us cookies...
Bbbrl: I'm full. ^_^ *prrrrrr*
Pi: *chuckles and brings them into his room, then tucks them into the fake sheepskin lined pup tent with the padded base that's perfect for curling up and snuggling in* Now I know why the boss was telling Mom to buy this size instead of the one you fit into.
Bbbrl: *chuckles and reaches for a soft Seeker bunny doll to offer Mira*
Mira: *Soft clicks as she reaches for the doll*
Bbbrl: *makes sure she has it, and then he's tugging on a thick fleece blanket as he attempts to get it out from under himself and his guests so that he can put it over them*
Oppy: *gonna try helping Bbbrl with the blanket*
Pi: *reaches in and helps too, and soon all three little ones have utterly vanished into the nest, except for Bbbrl's purring and the soft jingle of the bell on the end of his tail sleeve*
Oppy: *happy clicks trail off as he nods off*
Mira: *shivering a bit for a little while before she nods off as well*
Ratchet: *back in the front room waiting. Calls to Showtime again*
gShowtime: *hurrying in* Sorry I'm late....
Ratchet: *worried look* How did you manage be late, Showtime?
gShowtime: I had a call to answer... A couple of Decepticons from Nullfire's reality...
Ratchet: *winces* Ohhh. *concern* Do you know what happened?
gShowtime: *Quietly* Other Decepticons... *and then she's glancing in the direction of Pi and Bbbrl's room*
Ratchet: I meant here. *hand on her shoulder*
gShowtime: *Quietly* Mira's spooked...
Ratchet: *softly* She's alive.
gShowtime: *Small nod, 'wings parallel with the ground*
Ratchet: *pulls her close* *gently* They have work to do.
Hormah: *can be heard deedling softly and crooning from Pi's room*
gShowtime: *another nod* Doesn't make having to wait for them to come back any easier...
Ratchet: *hug* I know. And it's hard and empty out here.
gShowtime: *ducks her head as her 'wings and shoulders shake*
Rap: *coming into the room and sees the weeping femme spark* Hey... *arms around her from the other side, and a soft song from his stereo*
Ratchet: *and then he turns his head as a dark blue femme with sparkling mineral accents stalks into the room, her visored head turning suspiciously from side to side*
Desinex: ....Either Lumen really managed to blow me to bits with that mix... Or something's happened...
Ratchet: *quietly* You finally let go.
Desinex: ... *Seriously* That was during the battle.
Ratchet: I know. I was there. But you had to say good bye so you didn't wind up with unfinished business pulling at you.
Desinex: *considering this* *nod* Makes sense.
gShowtime: *Focusing on regaining her composure*
Rap: *glances toward Desinex, and then moves so that Showtime's not hidden anymore*
Desinex: *Attention going there, slight headtilt, moves to approach, gets met halfway... Surprised squeak as she's pulled down into a hug*
gShowtime: *Quietly* I missed you, Des...
Desinex: *being surprisingly gentle as she patpats gShowtime's back* *softly* I'm sorry I was being stupid...
Rap: *reeeaches over and pulls Desinex's visor up to show a pair of serious blue optics*
Desinex: *Snort, gives Rap a Look, still has pigment accentuating her scars*
Rap: *grins* Man, look what you're wearin'. *points to her glyphs, which are warnings to the warriors on the other side that a mighty one has arrived*
Ratchet: *soft gasp through intakes that no longer draw air* He knew...
Desinex: *Taking stock of her decoration, raised brow ridge. Then she's chuckling softly*
gShowtime: If that doof didn't still have business to do, he'd probably have similar... *chuckle*
Ratchet: It'll be a long time before Lumen can let go. *winces slightly and chuckles* Did you just hear a Klingon death roar?
Desinex: *Snerk*
gShowtime: *Facepalm* You'd think he'd know better...
Ratchet: Has knowing better ever stopped a Lumen from doing anything? I just saw one that married Ironhide.
gShowtime: ... *And now she's laughing hard enough to rattle*
Desinex: *rolls optics*
Ratchet: *grin* *to Desinex* You want to come see Showtime's kids?
Desinex: ... *Gives her friend an amazed look* You have kids?
gShowtime: *Still laughing, manages to nod*
Desinex: ... *intrigued* *To Ratchet* Sure...
Rap: *chuckles and gestures grandly* Walk right this way, ladies.
Ratchet: *snerks and offers Showtime and Desinex his arms*
gShowtime: *moves to grab Ratchet's left arm, while Desinex takes the messenger's right*
Ratchet: *leads them down to where Hormah is peeking into the pup tent, which sports happy kittens on a pale blue background*
Hormah: *looks up and deedles softly when she sees Showtime. Moves so that the others can peer through the round entrance at the purring blanket heap inside* T'ey's after bein' all buried in t'ere.
gShowtime: *nod*
Desinex: *will peek and see what she can see* *raised brow ridge when she sees the top of one sparklet's head*
Hormah: T'at's Oppy. He's some big fer a little. *gently calling to the sparklets*
Oppy: *Squirms a bit and peeks to see who's there, blink blink when he sees Desinex*
Mira: *soft sound as she starts to wake up*
gShowtime: *soft clicks as she moves to gently touch Mira's back*
Hormah: *nods and gently calls again* Mira, ain't ye gonna wake up fer yer Aunt-Mama?
Mira: *unshuttering her optics and squirming so she can get her head above the blankets*
Bbbrl: *helps, and then peeks too, ears perked in their pockets on his hood*
gShowtime: *Talking softly and reassuringly to the two sparklets, even as she carefully rubs Mira's back between the little femme's 'wings*
Hormah: *quietly and gently* It's not like t'is's ferever, b'y.
Mira: *slight wibble, small nod*
Pi: You just got another mom to add to the collection. And some more brothers. *grin*
Oppy: *Love upon Mira-sissy!*
Mira: *Squeak!
Desinex: *Gentle clicks*
Hormah: 'N lookit t'is, b'y. *pokes Desinex* Yer Auntie Desi's come t' see ye.
Mira: *peeks around Aunt-Mama and Oppy* *Soft clicks*
Desinex: *can see Showtime in Mira's face, is surprised by this, but will still click reassuringly to the youngster*
Bbbrl: *snuggles and watches with interest*
Mira: *Soft clicks, will try and cling to Bbbrl, Oppy, Aunt-Mama, Aunty Desi, and Hormah-Mama*
Hormah: *puts her hand over there and squeezes gently, then tilts her head at a gentle call to Showtime and Desinex that she knows Mira and Oppy will be able to hear too*
gShowtime: *gentle hug for Mira*
Desinex: *Surprised* What the... ?
Oppy: *Soft clicks, hugs for Mama and Aunty*
Mira: *Quiet* You gotta go?
Hormah: *softly* T'ain't ferever, Miracle.
Mira: *Small nod, though she is starting to pout in a way that Ratchet might remember from the first time he met her*
Hormah: Hey now. What's t'at fer? *head tilt and soft teasing grin*
Mira: *quietly* Don't want Aunt-Mama to go...
gShowtime: *gentle patpat for Mira* I'll visit as often as I can...
Hormah: Yeah, ye knows how much she's after hangin' 'round to here. *chuckle*
Mira: *Small nod, squeaks when she hears a faint rumble*
Oppy: *Clicks and gently pokes Mira's belly*
Hormah: *chuckles, and then takes her dancing veil as Rap brings it in and hands it to her* Lift 'er up, Show. *turns her back and hunkers down a bit*
gShowtime: *Soft chuckle as she lifts Mira and puts the little femme on Hormah's back*
Mira: *Clings to Hormah*
Hormah: *folds the softly sparkling veil corner wise, then ties it under one of her arms, around Mira, and then over her other arm* T'ere ye are, b'y. How's t'at fer bein'?
Mira: *Soft clicks, snuggles*
Hormah: ^_^ *takes a soft dumpling with red filling out of her glove compartment and offers it to the sparklet*
Mira: *slight headtilt as she reaches for the dumpling*
Hormah: T'at'll take care a yer tank purdles. *grins and looks over her shoulder*
Oppy: *hugging Mama and Aunty goodbye, will snuggle Bbbrl as the two femmes move to get up*
Mira: *nibbles at the dumpling*
Hormah: *hand on Showtime's shoulder, and a hand on Desinex's. Starts to say something and instead goes and then sticks her head into the hall to holler for 'Streaker to turn t'at slaggin' noise down or he won't be too sexy fer not'in!'*
gShowtime: *Facepalming*
Desinex: ...I'm not even going to ask.
Rap: Jes' a couple'a yer alts. ...'N their boys.
Hormah: *growling and deedling as she goes to use her foot to turn the music down, asking Mira what she should do to this guy as she goes*
gShowtime: The last time I worked with all five of those yahoos, it was to bring them home...
Rap: *sniggers and makes like shooing her and Desinex out so they can see the bootshop delivery*
Desinex: *Thrrrpt*
gShowtime: *Chuckles and goes to see what her counterpart's reaction to seeing Mira will be*
hDesinex: *Heckling hSunstreaker*
hSunstreaker: *big wibble after getting kicked in his kneecaps*
hHound: *sitting and hugging his legs and watching with a quiet grin*
hShowtime: *Fussing over mate*
Mira: *peeeeks around Hormah-Mama* *Clicks with her mouth full of dumpling*
Hormah: You tell 'em, Miracle. *arms folded across her chest as she scowls at Sunstreaker*
hSideswipe: *making bubbles in the tub as he laughs*
hShowtime: ... *looks up*
hDesinex: ...
Hormah: *turns slightly so that the sparklet can see better, her scowl changing to a rotten smirk*
hDesinex: o_o
Mira: *More clicks, the scolding tone muffled by her mouthful of nom*
hShowtime: *Feeling very brain-broken now*
Hormah: You lot're seriously needin' t' git yer own slaggin' base. *optics widen then as something hits her. Glances at gDesinex and then turns back to hShowtime and Sunstreaker* *quietly, her ire faded* Patch passed.
hShowtime: *understanding dawns on her face* *Quietly* She's going to give Lu heck, isn't she?
Hormah: *nods* Proly already given 'er.
hSunstreaker: *quietly* What the slag are you supposed to say when you hear your kids have died of old age?
hSideswipe: *pops up out of the bath* Pass the high grade.
gShowtime: *facepalm*
gDesinex: ... *to hSideswipe* Seriously? *giving him a slight Look now*
hShowtime: I guess all we can do is wait... *'wings down*
Mira: *Quiet* Isn't forever....
hSideswipe: *elbows resting on the edge of the bath* No. Seriously, guys. They. Got. Old. That's more than we managed to do.
hHound: *sober*
hSunstreaker: ... *wibble*
hShowtime: *quietly* And nobody ever expected our girl to get old... I know Ratchet hoped....
Hormah: *finds what she's looking for and projects an image of a small femme with patchwork paint and an ancient and battle-scarred mech with a wide grin on his face*
hSideswipe: *salutes*
hHound: *salute*
hDesinex: *Salute*
hShowtime: *Salute*
gShowtime: *Salute*
Sunstreaker: *wiping his optics and grumbling about being a glitch*
gDesinex: *Seriously* I feel sorry for whoever and whatever winds up in their sights.
hSideswipe: *heaves himself carefully out of the bath* Let's go to the Black Dog. We can sleep in the safe house afterward. And then tomorrow we can see if we can find a base here in the Nexus.
hShowtime: *Small nod, goes to her mate*
hDesinex: *moving to help her mate up off the floor*
hHound: *up and putting an arm around his mate's shoulders, his expression thoughtful and serious*
Hormah: *tilts her head* Try askin' t'at Tarantulus t'ere 'bout a place t' live.
hDesinex: *nod, will move to herd her mate, and the derps, towards the Black Dog*
Hormah: *watches the herding, and then checks the water in the bath before shaking her head and letting it out* T'at stunned glitch 'n 'is *beepity deeedle beep* cold bat's. *then turns and looks at gShow and gDesi*
gShowtime: *chuckles and takes gDesinex with her as she leaves*
Mira: *conked out*
Hormah: *soft chuckle, then listens to the bitty on her back for a bit before going to her work room to render tyraborg pieces into beautiful weapons and accessories as her mate mans the front room*
((co-written with random_xtras))