mbv, NEST HQ, Breakfast and a New Arrival
Tracks: *wakes the next morning and opens his eyes, then focuses on the face inches from his own and kisses it on the forehead* *softly* Rise and shine, darling.
Denver: *soft sound, slight movement as she begins waking up*
WJ: *clicking quietly and examining the stuffed bulldog someone put in his arms while he slept. Is comparing it to the shark that belongs to Raoul*
Tracks: *puts his forehead to Denver's, a small smile playing around his mouth as he plays soft music and waits for her to work through the waking process*
Denver: *opening her eyes, and going a bit cross-eyed as she tries to focus on Tracks' face*
Tracks: *startled as he notices her difficulty and draws back a bit, his brows quirking*
Denver: *moving to sit up* 'M awake... Ah th'nk... *quiet chuckle*
WJ: *clicks*
Tracks: *gently sets WakeJumper down as he too sits up. Reaches to smooth her hair, and then looks over to the other bed and shakes his head* Oh, Raoul....
Denver: *looks over as well, and then she's facepalming as she sees how Raoul slept*
WJ: *taking the shark and the bulldog over to Raoul's bed and moving to sit on Raoul's butt*
Tracks: *chuckles as he sees this, and then pulls Denver close for a quick hug* *softly* Good morning.
Denver: *snuggles close* Mornin' , Tracks.
Tracks: *purring softly* *very quietly* I have my memories back, and I know we've just met, but it feels so much like I've always known you that I keep catching myself searching for a memory of a word bonding at the least.
Denver: *quietly, as she blushes a bit* Skah mentioned word bondin' 'un tahm... Ah... *and now she's blushing more and stammering a bit*
Tracks: *draws back a bit and apologizes for embarrassing her*
Denver: *headshake, focuses on calming down enough to explain that she wasn't sure what a word bonding entailed, or how to go about it*
Tracks: Oh. *shakes his own head* It's an old Decepticon tradition that some Autobots have adopted because of all the uncertainties lately. I think the English word is marriage.
Denver: ... *and she's blushing again*
Tracks: *starting to flush himself* I didn't mean to embarrass you.
Denver: *mumbles something about needing to get to know one another better first*
Tracks: *and now he's flustered* I wasn't proposing... I... ah.... *retreats to the bathroom*
Raoul: *that lump of blankets just snerked*
WJ: *ducking his head and snickering a bit as well*
Denver: Oh, hush, both of you! *royally mortified now*
WJ: *patpat Raoulbutt, clicks*
Raoul: Hey! Don't pat my @$#@#... I mean butt.
WJ: *Clicks*
Denver: *sooo, going to get dressed now, kthx*
Raoul: Hey, WakeJumper, if you get off me we can go get you some of that good stuff Mrs. Jones makes.
WJ: *perks, wiggles off the bed*
Raoul: *crawls out, applies deodorant, eats cod liver oil capsules, brushes hair and ties it back, and then races for the door in his bare feet*
Denver: *dressed, will go and wake Beau up as well*
*moments later, there's the sounds of Denver telling Beau to "Get up, 'r y'u'll miss out on breakfast!", followed shortly by Beau scrambling out of bed and rushing to get dressed*
WJ: *Clicks and moves to grab Raoul's shoes and socks, will follow Raoul out the door*
Raoul: *U-turn and back at Beau's hallway door* Hey, man, you need a guide to the cafeteria?
Beau: *At the door* Yeah... 'S prolleh a good ahdeah... *looks a bit disheaveled, and his shiner's looking pretty bad right now* Ah ain't got th' foggiest ahdea 'f wh're ev'ryth'n's at....
WJ: *clicks and points down the hallway*
Raoul: Yeah, it's that way. C'mon! *gone, as fast as only a kid who's run for his life can run*
WJ: *Clicks and hurries after Raoul*
Beau: ... *chuckles and follows, moving as quickly as someone who runs track and cross country can run*
Naomi: *pops out of her family's room after hearing Raoul pass. Snaps her head around and meeps as she hears and spots Beau. Presses herself against the door to let him pass*
Beau: *nods to Naomi as he passes* Mornin'!
Naomi: *chuckles and scoots after the boys, her ears back and her pigtails streaming behind her*
Raoul: *standing in the cafeteria doorway when the others arrive, and here is a new thing, Beau. There's a whole table of young people over there, seeming to range from babies to a couple around twelve or so*
WJ: *offers Raoul his shoes and socks, will scoot over to the table to pouncesnuggle Simon*
Beau: *blink blink, surprised sound*
Sarah: *Happy sounds* Him WakeJumper here now!
Raoul: *leaning his butt against the doorpost to install footwear, grins at Naomi and then glances up at Beau* That's all the Autobot kids. Even that big guy WakeJumper's huggin'. He's younger than Wake is.
Beau: ... 'Ow old 's WakeJumpah?
Raoul: *smirks as he finishes tying the second shoe and then straightens* You want the actual years, or how old he is physically?
Beau: ... Th're's a diff'rence 'tween th' two... *sounds surprised by this, even with the fact that he knows Naomi's older than she looks*
Raoul: *nods* Wake's even older than Naomi. *arm around the little girl's shoulders now*
Beau: ... 'Ow much oldah?
Raoul: Dude, he's over eighty.
WJ: *looks over. Does a hand sign that translates to "Fifty three years"* *click* *goes back to snuggling Simon*
Beau: ...
Raoul: An' Simon 'n Greg 'n their sister Sarah're all less than a year old.
Firebreak: *over at the table on Brawn's lap, trying to poke Thundersong in the optic*
Sarah: *looks over from trying to feed Destiny a cookie while the younger femme is distracted by babies*
Sean: *cuddling his little Ember brother and letting the little guy feed him*
Beau: ... 'N wh't 'bout th't gah? *nods to Brawn*
Raoul: Oh, he's a creche guardian. *moves to walk into the cafeteria, his arm still around Naomi's shoulders*
Beau: ... Creche guardian? *following, attention going to Sora for a moment, before it's redirected to Autumn as she returns with a tray laden with food*
Raoul: *shrug* Babysitter.
Naomi: Mr. Smith says that on Cybertron some kinder lived in the creches all the time.
Beau: ... *slight frown, wince. Excuses himself to go get some ice*
Raoul: *watches him and frowns, but then continues toward the table and is soon exchanging light smacks to the shoulder with Greg*
Naomi: *coaxing Hotspot to come away from Destiny and let her hold him*
Ember: *clicking and trying to put food up Sean's nose*
Sean: *showing Ember how to put the food in his mouth instead*
Raoul: *to Autumn* We got another new guy, Miss Thompson.
Autumn: *blink* We did?
Raoul: *nods toward Beau* Major Mac's kid brother showed up last night. *ducks and then smacks Greg again*
Autumn: *surprised, will go and see if Beau needs any help once she gets a good look at him and sees the shiner the teen is sporting*
Thundersong: *watches her, and then scoots in her wake*
Sora: *Clicks to Thundersong* [Easy, little one...]
Thundersong: *stops and looks at Sora, but then decides to go after Autumn anyway*
Sora: *gets up and moves to grab Thundersong by the waist and offer a cookie* I'm not sure...
Bert: She's not strong enough yet. Make sure she only gets the energon based food, alright?
Thundersong: *wriggle, but then reaches for the cookie and clicks to it*
Sora: *small nod* Hand me some then.
Bert: *pushes the plate of rose and orange flavored energon plaster chunks over to where Sora can reach them*
Greg: Hey! Me Greg was eating that, stupid sister!
Sora: *Gives Greg a Look*
Greg: *growls* Me Greg am hungry too!
Sean: But, Greg. You've got a lot, and Thundersong's just a baby and she's hungry.
Sora: There're sausages on the tray Autumn brought over.
Greg: ...Meat?
Sora: *nods* Sausages are made of meat, Greg. *offering Thundersong one of the plaster chunks now*
Thundersong: *already has her cookie, is trying to figure out the wonder of a nom in each hand*
Raoul: Hey, Greg, I bet I can eat more scrambled eggs than you!
Greg: *growl* Can not! Stupid Raoul!
Sora: *Clicking and showing Thundersong what to do with the plaster*
Thundersong: *nom nom nom click click snuggle*
Bert: *looks toward the kitchen as he smells something* Primus. Javan's trying to cook fatties on Pandita's little grill thing.
Destiny: *headshake* Is Bacon Explosion.
Bert: It's still a fatty. Just a fancy one. *frowning as he watches and absently bounces the baby on his lap*
Sora: ... *sniffing the air* I don't smell anything but bacon...
Destiny: *nodnod, nommafruit*
Raoul: *looks up* Think he'll share?
Destiny: *Shrug* Beg?
Raoul: *snort* Sheeya right. Oh... there's the tall guy.
Bert: *watching to see what Pandita does now*
Pandita: *beeline for the kitchen* *aaand right back out as Javan pelts him with oven mitts* That is MY grill, Javan!!!
Seamus: *hops up from where he's sitting with his brother and the Seekers and heads over to Pandita. Starts telling him about how he thinks that new single chick in Skylar's squadron is into him*
Pandita: *gives Seamus a Look, moves to get a bowl of fruit*
Seamus: *slight flail and keeps talking as he follows the taller man*
Samuel: *calmly makes a bet on how long it will be before Seamus winds up wearing Pandita's breakfast*
Stormsong: *sitting at the Seeker table, quietly telling Skylar about the mirrors Megatron has set up around the sun*
Skylar: *has set his jaw, anger flickering in his blue eyes*
Nullfire: *only member of the squadron not listening. Instead he's sitting there in alt mode eating his breakfast and the breakfasts of anyone that doesn't guard their plates*
Thundercracker: *silent scowl as he listens to his wordmate's words* He never let us learn about that.
Sky: *sitting on Samuel's lap, frowning and listening*
Samuel: Prime's gonna be $*&#^@ed when he hears this...
Skylar: Prime'll be $*&#^@ed... Try Ratchet. >.>;;
Thundercracker: .... Is she scarier?
Skylar: She's the CMO.
Thundercracker: ...Yeah, but I've never ran into her in a fight. I've just seen her here.
Quickstrike: *from across the table and to the left slightly* Yeah, but if the medic's not happy, nobody's gonna be happy. *nomming toast now*
Sky: *nodding, then pauses and looks around* Where is Rachel, anyway? *looks at her chrono and hopes Denver's not insulted that she isn't there to spar. This is more important*
Skylar: I'm not sure... But I'm not telling her about the slagger's mirrors.
Quickstrike: One... two... three... NOT IT!
Stormsong: Should we... *smacks Quickstrike* ...tell Optimus Prime?
Skylar: *nod* I'll tell him... but someone else has to tell Ratchet.
Thundercracker: He'll do it. *sniffs rose energon cookie and wrinkles his nose*
Samuel: *nabs the cookie*
Thundercracker: *really dirty look for his brother in law, and then glances at Quickstrike's bacon inhaling* That used to be part of a dead animal.
Quickstrike: *pauses in between slices* So? It tastes better than the slop Megsy used to give us as standard rations. *Razzes his brother in law*
Pandita: *Causes a commotion by upending his bowl of fruit over Seamus' head and storming into the kitchen area*
Thundercracker: 0_o *then decides he doesn't want to know and turns his attention to his scrambled eggs and bacon*
Seamus: *coming back to the table wearing his kicked puppy look*
Samuel: Maan, off by three seconds.
Sky: ...Three seconds?
Samuel: *nods, reaching for some bacon* Yeah... I figured closer to a whole minute and a half before Pandita'd be dumping his breakfast on Seamus' head...
Sky: You know you're weird, right? *turns her head to catch a glimpse of her sparklets over at the creche table*
Samuel: You wouldn't like me as much if I weren't.
Hotspot: *Clicking and waving a spoon around now*
WJ: *Wearing a bit of Hotspot's breakfast, and giggling about it*
Sky: *grins and is turning back when every Cybertronian in the place catches a hail from an unknown Autobot frequency*
Seamus: .... What did they say? *bewildered*
Stormsong: I think it was Cybertronian....
Autumn: .....
Pandita: ... *responding*
unknown: //[This is.... Um. Okay, I can't remember what I was going by the last time I was around people. But I'm requesting permission from somebody in charge to make planetfall, okay?]//
Pandita: //[I'll see if I can get in touch with one of the people in charge...]// *pinging Franklin's radio, as well as Patrick's comm* //We have a visitor who wishes to dock here.//
Col. Franklin: //Pandita? How well can you understand them?//
Pandita: //I understand them completely... Even with the fact that they are using an older dialect of Cybertronian... I studied it at the Academy.//
Col. Franklin: //Do you know who it is? What's their situation?//
Pandita: //I have no idea who it is... they have only stated that they do not remember what they were called the last time they were around others.... And they are requesting permission to make planetfall...//
Patrick: //... Just which dialect of Cybertronian are they using, Pandita?//
Pandita: //They are using the old Trader dialect... It hasn't been in use for many thousands of vorns....//
Col. Franklin: *silent for several moments, and then* //Can you get an identity? I'm going to have to report this to my superiors.//
Pandita: //I shall do my best... Though I do believe the unknown entity is telling the truth about not remembering...// *To the unknown* //[You are absolutely certain you do not recall your designation?]//
unknown: //[Yup. I wrote it down, but the cyberscraplets ate the datapad.]//
Pandita: //[...Cyberscraplets?]]//
unknown: //[Don't worry. I'm not bringing any with me.]//
Pandita: //[... Well... Perhaps we could assign you a temporary designation...]//
unknown: //[I think I might've gone by Wander once. Or was it Flybynight? Um... do I need a name to land?]//
Pandita: //[It would be preferred... and I think Wander would be suitable for now...]// *Relaying the name of the unknown to Franklin*
Col. Franklin: //They're an Autobot?//
Pandita: //Let me check...// *to Wander* //[What is your alliance?]//
Wander: //[My whutnow?]//
Pandita: //[Are you an Autobot or a Decepticon? Or have you no alliance?]//
Wander: //[Well... I don't know what either of those words mean. I'm a Cybertronian.]//
Pandita: //[Very well... ]// *To Franklin* //She's Neutral.//
Patrick: //We'll have to keep an optic on her then... Neutral beings are only as Neutral as the next being...//
Pandita: //Well, considering that she had no clue what Autobot or Decepticon means... I think we have nothing to fear from her.//
Col. Franklin: //Do you have any idea how she can not know such information?//
Pandita: //Perhaps for similar reasons that I did not when I first arrived on this world... Being out of touch with your people for very long periods of time can leave you quite out of the loop.//
Col. Franklin: //True.//
Wander: //[Uh. Are you still there? Hi?]//
Pandita: //[My apologies for leaving you without an answer, Wander... We are in the process of clearing you for planetfall... I'm not certain how long that will take, however...]//
Wander: //[Oh. Er, and I've got a couple of turbofoxes along, too....]//
Pandita: ... *Grinning* //[I shall have to clear that with my superior officers...]// *relays the information to Patrick and Franklin, is nearly doing a Gleedance where he stands*
Col. Franklin: .... //Turbo... foxes?//
Patrick: //...I thought those were extinct....//
Pandita: //They do not appear to be, sir...// *yes, he sounds excited*
Col. Franklin: //Could someone fill me in as to what we're talking about here?//
Patrick: *explains what a turbofox is, and how they were thought to be extinct on Cybertron*
Col. Franklin: //So they're a being with a spark, like you are? What's their possible impact on the environment?//
Raoul: *has just walked up behind Rodney and is letting Hotspot nom on the young man's head*
Patrick: //Well, considering their main source of food is usually glitchmice or petro-rabbits... with the occasional scraplet... I don't think the local wildlife has anything to worry about.//
Rodney: *Startled yelp, string of what might be Spanish, mixed in with a dialect from the highlands*
Raoul: What? He's just kissin' you!
Beau: *raised brow, headshake as he gets ushered over to the creche table by Autumn*
Col. Franklin: *decides to just not mention the little robot animals in his report* //Alright, I'm sending my report. Where does she want to come down?//
Pandita: //[Wander, where are you wanting to make planetfall at?]//
Wander: .... //[Where are you guys?]//
Pandita: *to Franklin* //Where's the nearest safe spot for her to land?//
Col. Franklin: //Well, Alpha Squadron came here.... I think we've got enough of a cover story to explain another vessel coming down.//
Pandita: //Very well...// *Relays the coordinates to Wander*
Wander: //[So I've got the go ahead?]//
Pandita: //[Yes. Just try not to hit any of the buildings when you make planetfall...]//
Wander: //[...There are buildings at those coordinates?]//
Pandita: //[There are some within the proximity of the coordinates.]//
Wander: *pause* //[Give me the coordinates for them?]//
Pandita: *provides the coordinates of the buildings*
Wander: //[Okay. I'm coming in. Wander out.]//
Pandita: //[Safe travels. Skyfire out.]//
Col. Franklin: //My superiors say they need to discuss it.// *sounds exasperated*
Pandita: //...well, they'll have to discuss it fast, because Wander is on her way here.//
Col. Franklin: //....// *slight chuckle* //Ooops.//
Pandita: //...I need breakfast...// *will go and get another bowl of fruit now*
Col. Franklin: //Alright. Thank you, Pandita. Franklin out.//
Patrick: //Whoever it was that said "May you live in interesting times"... needs to be pelted with fruit.//
Rachel: //*snerk*//
WJ: *clicking to Raoul and Hotspot*
Raoul: *grins at his brother, and then starts getting Hotspot's hands out of Rodney's hair, grinning at Lisa as he does so* C'mon, little dude, let's go back to the guys. I don't think Roddy here likes your kisses.
Lisa: *Trying not to giggle at the look on Rodney's face*
Hotspot: *does not want to let go of Rodney's hair*
Rodney: .>.<.
Raoul: *laughter starting to escape* C'mon, Hotspot. They've got scrambled eggs back there.
Hotspot: *Click, wiggle*
Raoul: Roddy... I think he really likes you.
Hotspot: *Clickclickclick,loveyourhairRoddy!* :3
Raoul: *laughing heartily now as he hugs the sparklet and leans over to give him a kiss on the cheek. And then something hits the lake with such force that the windows facing it rattle, the building shakes, and more than one window breaks* Holy #$#@$#@ #$#@#@! *under the table, using his body to shield Hotspot*
Bert: *also on the floor, covering sparklets*
WJ: *GONE*
Autumn: *Transformed and weapons out as she moves to protect sparklets*
Sarah: *Whimpers and hides on Simon now*
Simon: *totally bewildered as he turns toward the patio windows, eyes go huge* Lake on fire!
Skylar: *Running towards the windows now*
Stormsong: *running past the sparklet table as she follows Skylar*
Naomi: *watching as the Seekers leap into the sky, her ears flicking back and forth rapidly as she listens to everything that's going on*
Thundersong: *clinging to Bumblebee like grim death*
Bumblebee: *Soothing clicks, hasn't put her weapon away though*
Greg: *makes a break for the windows*
Pandita: Greg! Stop!!!
Greg: Me Greg fight stupid Decepticons!
Bert: Oh no you don't! I'll tell your mother!
Pandita: That's not a Decepticon!
Simon: Is not? *looks toward Pandita, still totally bewildered*
Greg: *still intent on making his break*
Pandita: *moving to block Greg's path* No... Her name is Wander... She's a neutral who's been away from other Cybertronians for a very long time.
Greg: *growls and tries to shove Pandita out of the way*
Pandita: *stands his ground* Greg, I'll tell Rachel.
Greg: *bellows with frustration*
Destiny: *peeking out from under the table she and Sora are under* Greg come snuggle Sora? Sister is scared.
Greg: Not a babysitter, stupid sister!
Simon: You make her Sora cry!
Greg: ...Me do not.
Sora: *Silent*
Destiny: *ducking back under the table to try and get Sora to move*
Greg: *growls at Pandita and then goes and hunkers down protectively near his siblings*
Pandita: *quick look around to do a quick headcount, before he hurries out to the lake*
Beau: ... Wh't th' $%&*$$##$@ w's th't?!
Bert: *sitting up and comforting babies* That looked like a meteor hitting the lake. Shhhhh. *clicks*
Ember: *clicking and fussing from where he's hiding against Sean*
Bumblebee: *doing a headcount of sparklets* ... Where's WakeJumper?
Raoul: Oh frozen slag! *looking around even as he tries to get Hotspot to let go and go see Simon and Sarah*
Hotspot: *clicking, Seekerling will not be dislodged*
Raoul: *about ready to shed his shirt*
Destiny: *Shoves Sora onto Greg's lap, will come and cuddle Hotspot*
Beau: *over by the door, will wait for Raoul*
Raoul: *shirtless guy! Kisses Hotspot on the cheek and then books it for the door, slapping Beau on the shoulder in passing to tell him to follow*
Beau: *following after Raoul now, worry clear on his face* Sis'll 'ave a fit... 'F she ain't alreadeh...
Raoul: Yeah, well, Tracks ain't gonna be happy either. *surprisingly having no trouble at all keeping pace with the lanky Beau*
Beau: *small nod* *thinking out loud* 'F Ah w're a younlin' 'n 'ad a good scare... *slows for a moment* Ah'd go wh're mah parents're...
Raoul: No $#@$#@, Sherlock! *puts on a burst of extra speed and whips around a corner*
Denver: *Acks as she nearly runs into Raoul*
Raoul: Whoa! Major Mac, have you seen WakeJumper?
Denver: *nod* Ah w's c'min' t' fahnd out wh't got 'im so spooked...
Raoul: Somethin' hit the lake. Or somebody. That tall guy said it's a Transformer.
Denver: *Frown, turns right around and heads back to the room to let Tracks know about this*
Beau: C'mon... Le's go make sure Wake's okay...
Tracks: *cuddling WakeJumper and clicking to him, a blanket wrapped around the frightened youngling*
WJ: *shivering and trying to make himself as small as possible*
Denver: S'meth'n' 'it th' lake. Pandita th'nks 't's a Transformer.
Tracks: Well I can't say I think much of their landing capabilities. *has a sour frown on his human face*
Denver: *moves to sit down next to Tracks and put her hand on the shivering bundle of blanket* *Soothing sounds as she gently rubs WakeJumper's back*
Raoul: *has forgotten about looking tough in front of Beau. He goes and sits on the other side of his mentor and leans against him and WakeJumper, clicking softly as his face shows his concern*
Beau: *silent as he watches. Then he's moving to leave the room with a quiet, "Ah'll go get a tray'a food..."*
Tracks: Beau, come here.
Beau: But... Breakfast... Y'u'n Denver ain't 'ad a chance t' eat...
Tracks: I ate some left overs, and Denver usually doesn't eat till later.
Beau: *giving Denver a "Why am I not surprised?" look, moves to sit in the chair near the bed*
Tracks: *indicates that Beau should sit on the bed*
Beau: *hesitates, until Denver reaches and grabs a handful of his shirt* Ack... *sits on the bed*
Tracks: *turns his attention back to the youngling in his arms* [Shhhh, WakeJumper. Your whole family is here with you. You're safe.]
WJ: *intakes hitch quietly*
Tracks: *kisses the little guy on the helm, clicking softly*
Denver: *Soothing clicks, mimicking the sounds she's heard Autumn make*
Raoul: *quietly corrects one sequence of clicks*
Denver: *nods to Raoul, repeats the sentance correctly this time*
Beau: *raised brow, will try imitating the clicks*
Tracks: *gives the blond teen an absent smile of approval, then returns his attention to WakeJumper*
WJ: *peeking at the new source of clicks*
Raoul: *grins when he sees the peeking*
Beau: *has no clue what he's saying, which is the sparklet word for 'friend', but he'll repeat it*
WJ: *clicks quietly*
Tracks: *quiet encouragement for the orange and black youngling*
WJ: *hiccups quietly, moving to snuggle against Tracks more* *kinda wants to see if Tracks has fuel, but he's still scared*
Tracks: [Shhhh. We have you. You're safe.]
Denver: *still gently rubbing the youngling's back and clicking quietly*
Tracks: [Do you want Mama, WakeJumper?]
WJ: *small nod* *quiet* [and Papa, too...]
Tracks: [I'm right here. I was just wondering if you'd like Mama to hold you now.]
WJ: *quietly* [Want both.]
Denver: *looks to Tracks, making sure she heard the youngling right*
Tracks: *puts an arm around her* He says he wants us both to hold him.
Denver: Th't's wh't Ah thought 'e meant... *leans against Tracks, arms going around WakeJumper's waist*
Raoul: *half asleep, has totally forgotten he's still got his sneakers on as he pulls his feet up comfortably*
Denver: *absently as she cuddles WakeJumper* Raoul, shoes...
Raoul: *slight start and kicks them off, then grumbles softly as Tracks' purring makes it even harder to stay awake*
Beau: *is also fighting sleep, and will also kick his shoes off before Denver can remind him*
Tracks: *leaning back against the headboard, accepting that he won't be going anywhere for awhile. And finding that he really doesn't want to*
Meanwhile, out on the lake
Stormsong: *peering uncertainly into the water* 0.o
Rainbird: *sitting on her aft a lot faster than she usually does* 0_0
Quickstrike: *Acks as his feet slide out from under him and he lands face-first on the ice* Owww....
TC: *standing right at the edge of the hole and trying to see something*
Skylar: *carefully leaning over the hole to see if he can see what made the hole in the first place*
Pandita: Any sign of her?
Sky: *absently sidesteps Nullfire's wipe out and pulls him away from the hole* I don't see anything.
Stormsong: *looks over at her other squadronmates and sees that they're all doing ice time too* .... 0.o
Pandita: *tries the frequency Wander was using* //[Wander? Are you alright?]//
Wander: *doesn't reply*
Sky: Do we have any water units?
Pandita: ... *frowning* I don't believe so...
Sky: Well slag. *drops a bit of ice into the hole* It's already freezing over again.
Skylar: *Frowning* Well.... we may have to go in after it...
Sky: I don't know how to swim.
TC: *intent on the water* I do.
soldiers and Joe: *walking toward them across the ice*
Pandita: *considering* We may need chains...
Rainbird: *pauses in her efforts to get up and also looks toward the incomers* They have some.
Pandita: *to TC* I will come with you... I do not know how large Wander is, and I would hate for you to injure yourself in the course of attempting a rescue...
TC: *odd look for Pandita, and then looks at the hole* Not very big, I think.
Skylar: *Frowns, but knows that if Pandita's got his mind set on something, there's no stopping him* Both of you be careful down there.
TC: *shrug* Yessir. *pulls off boots and drops them, then shucks his winter coat and his shirt*
Pandita: *nods to Skylar* I will be careful. *moves to get off of the ice before he transforms*
Stormsong: *curious look as she watches her wordmate take off the fabric armor*
TC: *dives right in in human form*
Pandita: *transforms and scans the lake, trying to pinpoint where he and TC need to look, before he's getting airborn and diving in, creating a new hole*
Seekers: *mostly all on butts or faces again*
Soldiers: *listening to the ice boom* 0.o
Skylar: ... *makes a note to get the other Seekers some ice cleats or something*
TC: //Hey... there's a truck down here.//
Skylar: ... *Facepalm, mutters about crazy humans*
Cpt. Blume: *arrives and looks down the original hole* So what have we got?
WO Caine: *hefts a Seeker to their feet with one hand*
Quickstrike: Ack!!!
Skylar: Apparently, another Cybertronian.
Cpt. Blume: I got that part. I mean what's the sitch so far?
Skylar: TC and Pandita went in after it.
Cpt. Blume: That safe? *winces as one of the other Seekers inadvertently also goes after it*
Whiplash: D: This stuff's COLD!!! *trying to get back out now, HALPPLZ*
Cpt. Blume: *lays down on the ice and reaches over to grab the floundering Transformer by the scruff, whereupon WO Caine then gets him by the feet and pulls*
Sky: *face palming massively*
Quickstrike: *pointing and laughing*
Lt. Ross: ... They didn't even take the chains with them... *Fret*
ENS. Falman: *small nod, frowning as he looks at the second hole in the lake*
2nd Lt. Havoc: *helping some of the Seekers to not-icy ground now*
TC: *pops his head up* We found her. She's just a little Autobot size thing.
Skylar: *nod* Can you and Skyfire bring her up without help?
TC: Skyfire's got her. *Moves to heave himself out of the water, grunting as Sky grabs him by the back of the jeans and pulls*
Skylar: *nods, backing up as Skyfire's head comes up through the hole he made*
Stormsong: *trying to help get TC out of the water*
Wander: *just a featureless tawny gold cube with scorchmarks and with a big dent on one corner*
Skyfire: *Moving to put Wander on the ice before trying to haul himself out as well*
Cpt. Blume: *on his feet again, walks over to the cube and looks at it* ...Did she just come through atmo in her bare skin?
Skyfire: *acks as his weight makes the ice he's leaning on crack*
Cpt. Blume: *looks over* Try transforming.
Skyfire: Then I'd have water in my circuits!
Skylar: *face.palm*
Cpt. Blume: .... *glances at Skylar*
Skylar: *nods* He's right... it'd be trapped in his circuitry... We'll have to get him dried out before he can transform.
Stormsong: We can take the chains and pull him out from overhead.
Skylar: *nods, moving off of the ice and transforming* Let's do that then.
Sky: Whiplash, you're grounded.
Skyfire: *apologetic*
Whiplash: Awww... *sulk*
Joe: She's transforming!
Wander: *cube cracking slightly and emitting a faint yelp*
Skyfire: *Attention on Wander now* *Soothingly* [You are safe now, Wander. We'll get you to a medic shortly.]
Joe: *gentle hands on the stunned femme's shell, and then gasps as two long-legged little metallic beasts with ears like fennec foxes wriggle free of the cube and crouch to snarl at him*
Cpt. Blume: *has his gun out*
Skyfire: Don't shoot! Those are turbofoxes!
Cpt. Blume: They're showing aggression. *frowns and doesn't shoot, but he's wary*
foxes: *nipping at Joe and trying to drive him away from Wander, yelping shrilly as they do so*
Skyfire: You would too, if someone you care about was hurt and you were worried about them... *Clicks to the foxes*
Joe: *soothing words for the pets in between meeps and acks*
Seekers: *lowering the chains*
Skyfire: *getting situated, still clicking to the foxes*
foxes: *have chased Joe away, are now watching everyone else and giving little warning yips*
Joe: *speaking to them quietly in the oldest dialect he knows*
Skyfire: Here... let me try... *using the old Trader dialect, tells the foxes that the people here just want to help their friend*
foxes: *yip at him too*
Cpt. Blume: ...You're kinda freezing in there.
Skyfire: We have to get Wander inside...
Starscream: Let's get Skyfire out of the water.
Skywarp and Stormsong: Ready when you are.
Starscream: On three then. One... two... three. *will move with the other Seekers to lift the larger flyer out of the icy water*
Blume: *steps back to avoid being dripped on as he watches Skyfire get drawn from the hole and deposited on the bank*
WO Caine: *sparklet clicks to the turbofoxes*
foxes: *ears UP*
Wander: *quiet groan and unfolds more, slowly, till finally a nondescript little femme with some pretty impressive scars lays on her back on the ice*
Skyfire: [Wander?]
foxes: *distracted by the movement of their master, yelp shrilly as they find themselves suddenly wrapped in WO Caine's coat and held fast*
Wander: [Nnnn. Ow....]
Skyfire: *to Joe* We need to get her inside to a medic...
Starscream: And we'll need something to cover Skyfire with, since he's too big to fit inside.
Cpt. Blume: We've got some heated tarps. But I don't know if Soundwave will let us use the shed. *giving orders to his people*
Joe: *gently gathering Wander in his arms, and being careful of her dents*
Starscream: *hailing Russel and getting cursed at in Welsh for interrupting his breakfast date with Serenity*
Skywarp: //Look, Scotty. Someone's hurt out here!//
Russell: //...*curses in Scottish this time, before saying that he'll be there as soon as he can*//
Wander: *gropes at her chest, frowning*
Joe: *gently, as he wipes water off her face with his coat sleeve* Easy....
Wander: [...Get the code on that bus?]
Skyfire: [No bus... That was a rather impressive landing... We'll get you to a medic.]
Wander: *shakily opens mismatched optics... one of a faded blue and the other of an alien gold* [Made it... heh. Whoa!] *tries to sit up* [Candid? Frank?]
Joe: Easy! *trying to keep her laying down*
foxes: *struggling and yipping in response to their names*
Skyfire: [They're safe... Please don't move too much.]
Joe: *frowning with concern* She's low on energy, and I'm detecting irregularities in her energy signature.
Cpt. Blume: *crouching beside Joe* What does that mean?
Joe: ...I have no idea.
Skyfire: *Quietly* It could mean any manner of things...
Lt. Wesson: *frowning and hovering around* It's getting colder out here. We should get inside, sirs.
Whiplash: Yeah! The sooner we get in, the better!
Skywarp: *lands on the ice and then falls on her rear as a spruce tree explodes somewhere on the other side of the lake* ...Soundwave shooting things again?
Lt. Wesson and WO Caine: *frowning toward the sound*
Cpt. Blume: *trying to help get everyone organized and inside*
Starscream: *also frowning* It may just be cold enough for trees to explode... *will also help get everyone organized and inside, and will also fuss over Skyfire a bit*
Rainbird: ...Trees explode? *frowns and looks around at the ones on the shore*
The med ward, a few moments later
Rachel: *watching quietly from the bed nearest Dr. House's desk as a small group clusters around the examining table*
Russell: *still clearly miffed about having to cut breakfast short, but will still be as professional as possible*
Wander: *blinking up at him, her head turning every once in awhile to curiously take in her surroundings*
Russell: *Scans Wander, will relay the results to Rachel via databurst*
Rachel: 0.o *pauses in scritching under Steeljaw's chin* ...Get that junk out of her system first.
Wander: *moves her left leg and winces as it sparks slightly*
Jack: Easy... Let's get you cleaned out and see what we can do to help you...
Rachel: And somebody give her English.
Russell: *Resisting the urge to rant and rave, will get to work on getting Wander's innards cleaned out*
Jack: *nods and databursts Wander a language pack*
Wander: *fiddles and fumbles with the information, and then meeps as she finally accidentally installs it* ##@$@!
Jack: *coughs to hide his snerk*
Wander: *goes 0.o at Russell, then looks at Jack* I know I missed that one cyberscraplet that one time, but everything else's working alright.
Russell: ... *databursts an image of the condition of Wander's internals to Rachel. Wander has damage to her spark compartment, and there's all manner of string and other materials in her as well*
Rachel: .... 0.o Whoa.
Jack: Heeey... Is that a shipping label?
Rachel: What? *sits up*
Wander: *trying to see* Is it?
Jack: *holds up the bit of label, a bemused expression on his face*
Rachel: *squint* Does it say anything?
Jack: *reads what text is still readable*
Russell: ... *boggling slightly* Th...that shipment was rumored to be missing... Eons ago....
Jack: It's even older than us, Red.
Rachel: ...What?
Wander: What?
Jack: Remember when Kup used to tell stories about how that one shipment went missing when he was a youngling?
Rachel: ...The one that would have ended the Great War before it ever really started, in the Quintesson's favor?
Jack: *nods*
Rachel: Are you telling me that label is from that shipment?
Jack: If it's not, it's darn near perfect, as far as forgeries go.
Russell: It's... It's not a forgery... The ingredients in the glue... and the make of the wire it was wrapped around... They're positively ancient...
Rachel: ...Look for her serial number
Russell: *checks* .... *butt on floor*
Wander: Whoa! 0.o
Rachel: *on the verge of getting up*
Jack: *glances at his friend, before his eyes widen as he reads off the number*
Rachel: *lays back again* ...She's from the same assembly period as Kup!
Wander: I am? Who's Kup?
Russell: *picking himself up off of the floor* *Quietly* Kup was a friend of ours... Another Cybertronian from the same assembly period as yourself...
Wander: Ohhh. I don't remember a lot from back then. Just some guy with more than one face telling me to go do something. But I forget what it is, and I think I didn't do it.
Jack: .... *shares a brain-broken look with Russell*
Rachel: *looks at Steeljaw*
Steeljaw: ... Mrrrpt?
Rachel: ...Are you hearing what I'm hearing?
Steeljaw: *nods*
Wander: ...Is something wrong? *worried expression on her plain little face*
Rachel: ...But if she took that shipment out....
Russell: ... The Quintessons never got it....
Jack: ... I wonder what happened to it...
Rachel: Right. Did Kup ever name the messenger in those stories?
Jack: ...
Russell: .... Er....
Jack: ... He only said that the messenger's name had been lost to the ages...
Wander: I'd probably already forgot it. ^_^;
Rachel: *making like getting up again, despite orders and promises*
Jack: Rachel, lay down.
Rachel: I want to see.
Jack: The shipping label?
Rachel: I want to see what else is there!
Russell: We'll bring whatever else we find over to you.
Rachel: *rebellious look but settles back. Waits for the guys to look away before she squeezes her eyes shut* //Chief?//
Patrick: //Yes, Crusher?//
Rachel: //You might want to come down to medbay.//
Patrick: //...I shall be there shortly. Picard out.//
Rachel: //Crusher out.// *lays back, her eyes on the group by and on the table*
Ravage: *sitting up by her feet, watching and recording*
Russell: *laying the bits and pieces of flimsy and other items that were inside Wander where Rachel can see them clearly*
Steeljaw: Mrrrpt...
Ravage: *tiny chirp and then jumps down to go sit on Wander's table and transmit to Rachel and to Soundwave*
Wander: 0.o What... are you?
Ravage: *bitty kitty kiss*
Wander: *cross eyed*
Jack: *chuckles and reaches to gently scritch Ravage's ears* That's Ravage... She's a Cybertronian as well...
Wander: Oh. Hi!
Russell: *startled as he encounters something stickier than he was expecting*
Jack: ... Is that... *surprised* Red, remember those treats that one creche guardian always used to have on hand for us?
Russell: .... Oh, no way.
Rachel: 0.o That's not red gum....
Russell: The creche guardian Jack's thinking of was positively ancient... almost a clockwork style shell...
Rachel: ...Ohhhhhh. No, not red gum.
Jack: It's an oooold type of energon goodie...
Rachel: You've mentioned those. They had them from when they were young.
Wander: *head lifted to peer inside her own chest* 0.o
Jack and Russell: *exchange another look, and then settle down to fully take in this unexpected history lesson*
((Co-written with random_xtras))