mbv, A courtroom in DC and NEST HQ, Court Dates and New Shells part 2

May 02, 2010 18:33

Continued from here.


In the gymnasium....

Destiny: *clicking and cuddling Sora and trying to get the older femme to stop shivering*

Sarah: *hiding against Simon*

Simon: *hugging baby sisters and trying to get Sarah to look at the boxes and packages Blaster is holding as he talks to Jack*

Steeljaw: *loving on Sora and giving Blaster a dirty look for not getting him anything*

Greg: *up on a mat pile ignoring people*

Autumn: *gently rubbing Sarah's back and reassuring her*

Simon: Look, Sarah. Him Uncle Blaster have presents for us Ruteger kids.

Jack: *resisting the urge to go back to the med ward. He knows Russell and Dr. House are capable medics, but that's doing nothing to ease his nerves*

Blaster: *will make his way over to the kidpile, stopping long enough to set a large box by Greg*

Sarah: *barely peeking at the Communications Officer and clicking quietly*

Greg: What this? You trying to pawn garbage off on me Greg? *scowls down at Blaster*

Blaster: Open the box and see, Greg. *grin*

Greg: *snorts at him* Don't tell me Greg what to do.

Blaster: *shrug* Just suggesting. *offers Simon one of the boxes*

Sandra: *coming over after getting bored trying to get one of McHale's squadron to tussle with her* You Blaster have stuffs for us Ruteger kids? *headtilt*

Simon: 0.o Thank you, Uncle Blaster. *glances at Sarah and Sora* You have presents for them sisters? Them sad.

Blaster: *Nods, is offering Sarah one of the boxes now*

Simon: *so concerned about sisters that he's not paying any mind to his package*

Sarah: *Quiet clicks, and then she's thanking Blaster before moving to open her package*

Blaster: You're welcome, sweetheart... *will try his luck at getting Sora's attention, and avoiding getting a kick to the kneecaps from Destiny for approaching while she's in a protective mood*

Simon: *gently* What you Sarah get? It nice?

Sarah: *nodnod, holds up the lace-trimmed bunny-ear hood* Is pretty.

Simon: Ohhhh. It warm too. *reaches one big hand to touch the hood gently* Me Simon think that blue look good on you Sarah.

Sarah: *Small smile and then she's snuggling against him again*

Destiny: *frowwwwning and remembering what Mama said about kicking people, even as she accepts the box Blaster gives her*

Simon: *arm around Sarah sister as he looks toward his sisters who look the same*

Sandra: *reaching to poke Blaster, blinks when he offers her a box* Thank you. *sits down to open it*

Sora: *hands shaking as she accepts the small, thin box Blaster is holding out to her*

Simon: Me Simon think you Sora got a book. *pauses and looks at his package as he remembers it*

Sora: *small nod* *Quietly* T-thank you, Blaster.

Simon: Me Simon got two books! With lots of pictures! *opens one of the independently produced soft cover coffee table books* Animals and mountains and flowers! :D

Destiny: *nomming one of the packing peanuts that was in her box along with a fabric dollhouse*

Simon: You Desti got candy?

Destiny: *offers one of the packing peanuts*

Simon:  *thanks her!*  ^_^

Blaster: *Isn't taking pictures, you can't prove it!*

Sandra: *headtilting and clicking at the patchwork frog that was in her box*

Greg: *frowning at all those wonderful presents, and wondering how to open his box without doing what Blaster told him to*

Sora: *quick to scramble up to the mats with her new journal and pens, earning her a noise of protest from Destiny*

Greg: *frowns at her, then scowls at her present* Book has no pictures.

Sora: It's for writing in...

Greg: *snort* Stupid.

Sora: *as she crosses her legs and opens the journal to begin writing* What did you get? Your box is bigger than everyone else's.

Greg: *realizes this and sits up* That because me Greg is the best.

Sora: *Write write write* But what'd you get?

Greg: *frowns and turns his big box over till he finds an end of tape, and then rips. And rips. And rips, and gets it stuck to his hand. Flaps hand and finally sticks tape ball to Sora's back*

Sora: *absently removes the tape ball and drops it down to the floor*

Greg: *busy making another one and then pulling up the flaps on his box* Packing nuts!

Sora: *blink blink* That's a lot of packing peanuts...

Blaster: *chuckles* There's more in there than just that, Greg...

Greg: More? *turns the box over and dumps it out*

Sora: *Headtilt, surprised sound when something soft lands on her lap*

Greg: *tosses the box aside, not noticing that it's headed straight for Blaster's head as he looks to see what else might have been in there*

Blaster: *Acks and ducks*

five foot tall, silkscreened Tyrannosaur stuffie: *laying on the mat with its tail in Sora's lap*

Greg: *eyes go enormous* It TYRANNOSAUR! *grabs the toy and then jumps as it roars at him* Hah! Stupid dolly. Me Greg do better!

Sora: Not in here though, please?

Greg: *frowns at her* You Sora not interrupt. Me Greg am talking to someone.

Sora: *small nod, goes back to writing*

Simon: *looks over at Jack* Daddy?

Jack: *coming over* Yes, Simon?

Simon: Where her Mama? You go to get, right?

Jack: *lips thin, nods* Mama's in the med ward right now... Russell and Dr. House are helping her with something...

Simon: *face falls and his arm around Sarah tightens* *softly* Her sick again?

Sarah: *nodnod, hides her face against Simon*

Jack: *Small nod* She'll be alright....

Simon: *glances at Sandra* Her Mama sick because of us?

Jack: *reaching to gently pat Simon's arm* *Gently* Not at all... Sometimes, shells get worn out and need to be replaced... That's what's making Mama sick right now...

Simon: *scared look* Worn out?

Greg: *arguing vociferously with his new dinosaur*

Jack: It's rare for that sort of thing to happen... It happens when a shell's been put through a lot of physical stress and hurt badly....

Simon: *chin trembles* Hurt?

Sarah: *intakes hitch*

Jack: *trying to think of how best to explain what Rachel's been through, and kind of wishing she were here to help explain*

Simon: Who hurt her Mama?

Jack: *Quietly* She was hurt when the shuttle she was on crashed four years ago...

Simon: *blinks and then frowns deeply* Her not wear seatbelt?

Jack: She was... but the shuttle crashed really hard and caught on fire...

Simon: *drops book to the mat he and Sarah are sitting on as his hand goes to his mouth*

Sarah: *soft whimper*

Simon: *trying hard not to cry, because he can see that Jack is sad and worried*

Jack: Russell and Dr. House are working on making it so Mama's not hurt anymore...

Simon: Four years... Long time?

Jack: *nods*

Simon: *quietly* Why Mama not fixed sooner?

Jack: Because we didn't have the right parts to fix her until recently...

Simon: What recently mean?

Jack: Recently... means not that long ago...

Simon: *quietly* Oh. *hides face on little sister's pretty little hat*

Jack: *clicks and moves to gently rub Simon's back*

Simon: Me Simon want to snuggle now.

Greg: *head snaps around* Snuggle?

Jack: *Holds out his hand, inviting Greg to come over*

Destiny: *Clicks and moves to snuggle Simon*

Greg: *jumps down from the mat pile, the toy tyrannosaur held by one leg, then flops down by his brother* Stupid Simon lay down if want to snuggle.

Sarah: *Clicks to Greg*

Simon: *laying down after remembering his books and setting them aside* Me Simon want to snuggle.

Sarah: *Snuggles close to Simon*

Greg: You Jack lay down too. You Sora come here!

Jack: *Soft chuckle as he moves to oblige*

Sora: *Climbs down from the mats and moves to join the forming snugglepile*

Greg:  You Steeljaw come here.  And you Ravage, stop getting scritched by  him Uncle Blaster.

Steeljaw: Mrrrrpt? *padding over, tail up*

Ravage: 0.o Mmu? *looks over at the snugglepile, and then up at Blaster*

Greg: *snag a Steeljaw, yank him into the pile* You Uncle Blaster come here too! And you Aunty Autumn.

Autumn: *Chuckles and moves to join the snugglepile as well*

Blaster: *Snerks and brings Ravage over to the snugglepile and sets her next to Steeljaw*

Ravage: *is a bitty cuddlebomb. And a bittypurr!*

Simon: *arms around Sarah and Jack* Nap make everything better.

Steeljaw: *Thunderpurrrs*

Jack: *nods* Why don't we all have a nap? *has no intention of napping, but will stay put*

Simon: *sighs and slips into sleep with the trust of the very young*

Patrick's office

Irene: *just wandered in to sit in front of Patrick's desk and talk seriously to Soli as the sparklet sits in her little recliner chair*

Soli: *powerscowl with lip stuck out, but is interested*

Patrick: *raised brow, asks Javan over comms if he knows where Irene is, snerks when he gets an earful of the other man's fretting and worrying. Debates about telling where Irene is*

ping: *comes to his private frequency*

Patrick: //This is Patrick.//

unknown male voice: //...Patrick Oberson?//

Patrick: //... Yes... Who is this?//

guy: //My human name's Cyrus Ruteger. My brothers and sister and I heard that you were here.//

Patrick: //...Where are you?// *thinks someone's trying to pull a fast one on him*

Cyrus: //At the front gate, getting scowled at by some people in camouflage.//

Patrick: //Stay there. I'll send someone to escort you.// *sending a message to Col. Franklin's phone, and one to Alex, Mia, Petra and Emilia*

Col. Franklin: //Keep me updated.//

Cyrus: //Yes, sir.//

Patrick: *To Franklin* //I will.//

Alex, Mia, Petra and Emilia: *making their way to the front gate*

Patrick: *makes a quick decision and pings Joe's comm*

Joe: //Yessir?//

Patrick: //Joe, I'm sending Alex, Mia, Petra, and Emilia out to the front gate to escort a group of people in... Would you keep a sensor on things there, please?// *trying to keep the worry out of his voice*

Joe: //I'm on it.//

Patrick: //Thank you.//

Joe: //You're welcome. Joe out.//

Cyrus: *dark haired guy in shades and a red jacket, sitting on the hood of a well loved but very well cared for vintage mustang as he talks to another dark-haired guy in shades who's hanging out of the passenger side window. Behind them two other guys can be seen leaning toward one another in order to squash the dark haired woman who's sitting between them*

Emilia: *approaching with Petra, both women moving at a leisurely pace*

Cyrus: *perks and turns around as his brother nods, a slow grin coming to his face. He seems like a serious guy, but very easy going*

Mia: *following Emilia a few paces back, her hand in Alex's back pocket* So who're y'all?

Cyrus: *looks at the soldiers, then looks around. Very quietly* Which names do you want, ma'am?

Emilia: *calmly as she sizes up the rest of the group* [Well, I wouldn't mind knowing your real designations, and I'm sure Optimus would like to know as well.]

Cyrus: *nods, his smile still in place as he points to his chest with a thumb* Scattershot. *thumb goes toward the guy hanging out the window* Lightspeed. *the two men in the back* Strafe and Afterburner... guys, stop crushing Nosecone.

Afterburner: :D

Cyrus: *turns back to Emilia* We're the Technobots.

Emilia: *Forwards this information to Patrick, who forwards it to Col. Franklin* My human name is Emilia Smith. *quick scanner sweep of the area* My true designation is Elita-One.

Cyrus: *straightens to attention* Sir.

Emilia: At ease. Let's get your car parked in the garage, and then we'll have a debriefing meeting. *To the soldiers* It's alright. They're friendlies.

Cyrus: Yes, sir. *off the hood and heading for the passenger seat, where Afterburner promptly parks a kleenex box under his butt. Startles, then removes the offending brother from the car and tells him he can walk off some of that excess energy* Would you like a ride, Elita, sir?

Afterburner: *already jogging up the driveway*

Strafe: Aaron, wait for me! *out the window, over Lightspeed's shoulder*

Lightspeed: Stephan! Nancy, catch him.

Nosecone/Nancy: *pushing instead*

Emilia: *blink blink* *mutters* It's like the girls all over again... I'm fine, but thanks for the offer... *small smile* If you need someone to tune up your car, talk to Lisa... *turns to head back inside*

Alex: *chuckles and moves to head back inside as well, his hand sneaking to hide in Mia's back pocket*

Stephan: *out and gone!*

Petra: *soft 'heh', before she's turning her attention to Cyrus* You mentioned your last name is Ruteger... Are you any relation to Rachel and Jack?

Cyrus: *serious expression that lets her know that he's heard her question and is thinking about it* Would you like a ride, sir?

Petra: *nods and moves to approach the mustang*

Loyd: *hops into the back so she can get the front passenger seat*

Nancy: *peering at Petra, her expression serious and calm*

Petra: *situating herself in the front passenger seat*

Cyrus: Don't forget your seatbelt.

Petra: *nods and buckles up*

Cyrus: *pulls the car carefully forward past the soldiers, and then drives at a sensible speed down the long, winding driveway*

Nancy: *quietly calculating how many of the trees they're passing won't survive this prolonged winter*

Petra: We're working on reversing the prolonging of the winter weather... It is taking a lot of planning, however...

Cyrus: *serious glance at the trees* Computron might be able to help you with that.

Petra: *small nod* But would Computron be willing to work with Superion?

Loyd: Why wouldn't we be?

Petra: *chuckles* Just making sure....

Loyd: Most of us aren't fliers though. We can fight, and we can compute.

Cyrus: *drives past Aaron sitting on Stephan and rubbing his face in the snow. Makes no comment*

Petra: *chuckles* They should watch out for Wayne and Quinn...

Cyrus: Aaron has trouble sitting still. And he never thinks things through before charging into them. *pulls up in front of the lodge and looks over at the big tent that is the motor pool*

Bee: *looking out through the door, her round blue optics quizzical as Joe jogs up to stand by her feet*

Petra: You didn't answer my earlier question.

Cyrus: I know, sir. I'm still thinking of the best answer.

Petra: ... *Raised brow*

Cyrus: Maybe I should wait to answer it till we're talking to Mr. Oberson.

Petra: *nods* Very well.

Cyrus: Do you want me to park here, or in the tent?

Petra: In the tent is fine. As Emilia stated, if you are in need of someone who can service your car, Lisa Garcia is a certified mechanic and quite skilled with vintage vehicles.

Cyrus: *smiles as he pulls into the garage and parks in the spot that Bumblebee indicates* Eleanor is in good condition. But thank you for the offer.

Nancy: *looking for her bag and then finding it stuffed under Cyrus' seat*

Joe: *coming over to the car*

Petra: *unbuckling and moving to get out*

Bumblebee: *settling down on her butt and 'going to sleep' as her holoform appears beside Joe*

Cyrus: *startles at Bee a bit*

Petra: *will get out and move to head for the lodge* The meeting room is this way.

Cyrus: Yes, sir. *follows her, Nancy and Loyd flanking him as they look around with easy curiosity and some wonder*

Quinn: *War whoop from outside, accompanied by the sounds of someone pelting someone else with snowballs*

Wayne: Slagging jerk!!! GET BACK HERE!!!!

Petra: ... *Facepalm*

Aaron: AAAATTAAACK!

Cyrus: *stops* Will that cause trouble?

Petra: No, as long as nobody gets seriously hurt...

Scarlett: Get 'em!!! *and then she and Alicia are joining in the impromptu snowball fight*

Susana: Oh for the love of... *running out the door to try and break up the snowball fight*

Nancy: Aaron and Stephan are impetuous, but not overtly aggressive.

Petra: *nods* Susana will keep her sisters in line... I'm just glad the rest of Alpha Squadron, and the rest of the Aerialbots, aren't participating as well.

Loyd: *looking up as they cross the foyer, his expression a bit surprised to see animal heads up there on the walls* *random note* Stephan is one of our fliers.

Petra: ... How skilled is he at not colliding with others in mid-air?

Nancy: We don't know the answer to that.

Petra: Well, the next time Alpha Squadron and the Aerialbots get antsy enough to spend the day chasing each other in the skies, perhaps he would enjoy interacting with them...

Cyrus: *smiles* There's no 'perhaps' about it. If it's active, he'll like it.

Petra: *Chuckles at that and holds the door to the meeting room open* Emilia already alerted Patrick.

Cyrus: *walks in with his two siblings, then looks around*

Petra: *continues to hold the door open as Patrick enters the room, holding Soli*

Emilia: *right behind him*

Irene: *looks in, her brows drawn together in a frown* I know you slaggers.

Cyrus: *confused expression as he looks at Irene* You do?

Patrick: *blink blink, was just about to ask that himself*

Irene: Oh yeah. I can see it in your faces. *turns and runs off*

Cyrus: *looks at Patrick*

Patrick: ... Er.... Why don't we all sit down... *looking just a bit brain-broken*

Cyrus: *turns and looks at his sister and brother, and then settles into a chair*

Nancy: *digging through her bag and then looking at a little gizmo for a moment before tucking it back into the small camera bag and closing the cover. This done, she looks up at Patrick, Emilia, and Petra. Without their sunglasses on it may be seen that all three siblings have quiet, quizzical blue eyes*

Patrick: *makes note of this as he gently bounces Soli on his lap* So... How are you connected to our Chief Medical Officer and her word-mate?

Cyrus: *seriously* Before I answer that question you need to promise me that you'll never mention my reply outside this room to anyone without asking us. It's very important that some people here never know who or what we are.

Patrick: ... *Just as seriously* As long as it does not endanger those under my command and those we have chosen to ally ourselves with, you have my word on my honor as the Prime.

Cyrus: I don't think it will endanger anyone for them not to know. But it might confuse and possibly cause harm to some if they were to find out.

Patrick: Very well.

Cyrus: *glances at Nancy, and then at Loyd* Rachel and Jack Ruteger are our grandparents.

Patrick: ... *Brows climbing to his hairline*

Cyrus: We were created two hundred and five years in the future, and sent back by our creator to help out in this time of trouble.

Petra: *Frown* Who created you?

Cyrus: Grimlock.

Patrick: ... *brows climbing even higher now*

Emilia: ...Did I hear you right? Grimlock created you?

Cyrus: Yes, sir. Grimlock created us.

Emilia: *Gives herself a shake and reminds herself that they said they were from a time far into the future*

Cyrus: *eyes going from her to Patrick and back*

Loyd: *doing the same*

Nancy: *looking a bit sad*

Patrick: *Small nod* And I'm guessing that he is one of the ones who should not be informed of this?

Cyrus: *nods* Yes, sir. He said it was very important that he never know.

Patrick: *nods* Understandable... Am I correct in guessing that the rest of the Dinobots, as well as Sora and Destiny are not to be informed as well?

Cyrus: Yes. The fewer people who know, the less chance of the information reaching the wrong audios.

Patrick: *another nod* For now, I'd suggest not using the last name Ruteger... as that would only lead to confusion.

Cyrus: Yes, sir. Do you have any suggestions?

Patrick: *considering look* Carpenter?

Cyrus: *glances at siblings with a very speaking sort of look, then nods and turns back to him* I think we might work better if we could belong to someone.

Petra: *speaking up now* Would you object to using my human last name?

Cyrus: Do you think you're capable of filling the role of mentor to five bots who are physically and mentally adults, but still carry some emotional immaturity?

Petra: I live with Jazz.

Cyrus: Yes, but Jazz's immaturity is a character trait. Ours is due to our chronological age.

Petra: *keeping a straight face, though it's a wonder how she manages* I also live with Ironfist, Arcee, and will soon be living with Springer.

Cyrus: *very serious* You do realize that kids are different from people who act like kids?

Emilia: *considering* What about Thompson? Then you would be part of Autumn's family.

Cyrus: We don't mind belonging to Prowl, sir. We just want to be sure he understands what he's getting into. Though we'll gladly go wherever you assign us.

Emilia: *chuckles at the slight look of surprise Petra gives Cyrus* Part of why I suggested Autumn is that she is used to kids, and has a better understanding of what a kid's emotional needs are... After all, she is a creche guardian by function.

Patrick: *Chuckling as well* Emi's got a point...

Cyrus: *once more looks to his siblings, his eyes flicking from one to the other before he nods and turns back to the leaders* That might be a better way to go.

Patrick: *calling Autumn now and asking her to come to the meeting room*

Nancy: Though, once Ratchet has recovered from her spark transfer, and from Slag's birth, we feel that it would be safe and maybe even beneficial to let she and Wheeljack know our true identity.

Emilia: ... Wait... what?!

Patrick: ... *blinkblinkblink*

Nancy: *eyes wide as she exchanges a glance with her brothers, and then her hand flies over her mouth*

Petra: ... Another Dinobot?

Cyrus: *sighs and looks worried, but nods* *quietly* Yes, sir. There are five Dinobots in total.

Patrick: *Quietly* We knew Ratchet was being transferred to a different shell... *quiet chuckle* Looks like Autumn's going to have another kid to fuss over....

Cyrus: Grimlock thought that you learned about Slag today too. ...Well, I guess you did.

Petra: *small nod, and then her attention goes to the door just before Autumn peeks inside*

Autumn: *Curious and clearly just a bit anxious to get things sorted out so she can get back to the creche*

Cyrus and his siblings: *also look toward the door with expressions of curiosity and uncertainty*

Autumn: *headtilt, steps into the room when Patrick waves her in*

Technobots: *watching in silence*

Patrick: *to Cyrus* Is it alright if I explain the situation?

Cyrus: *nod* Go ahead, sir.

Patrick: *nods and explains the situation to Autumn over private comms*

Autumn: *is boggling slightly by the end of the explanation, but then she nods*

Technobots: *expressions lighten*

Autumn: I think if we say that you and your siblings are my cousins, that'd be easier to explain...

Cyrus: Wouldn't your closest friends know differently?

Autumn: The only family they know about for certain... *Sighs* Is my brother, Cliffjumper...

Cyrus: *exchanges a glance with his sister and brother* Oh....

Autumn: A lot of my creche siblings have been scattered to the stars... It's possible they could have sparklets of their own by now...

Cyrus: *glances at the window and sighs as he sees Aaron splatted against it with his tongue stuck out*

Loyd: You'll also be getting him.

Autumn: *Chuckles* I had to put up with Sunstreaker and Sideswipe as my teammates. I'm used to immature antics.

Nancy: ...What is he even doing?

Petra: *snerks*

Emilia: Whatever he's doing, he's got Scarlett and Alicia looking to dump snow down his back...

Patrick: *Facepalming*

Cyrus: *sits forward with alarm* He's got his tongue stuck to the metal.

Autumn: ... *And now she's going out to see if she can help*

Loyd: *stands* Here, let me warm the window a little, so that that decorative metal isn't frozen anymore.

Quinn and Wayne: *Running from Scarlett and Alicia now, and getting pelted with snowballs*

Susana: *over by Aaron, is trying to help him get un-stuck*

Loyd: *transforms, and then walks over to apply very low energy from his gun to the window*

Autumn: *sheepish comm* //Um... Can someone dig me out of this snowdrift? It's deeper than I thought it was...//

Nancy: I will. It seems we need to dig Stephan out of a drift as well. *turns and heads out*

Patrick: *sends a message to Skylar about giving Quinn and Wayne something to do so they're not hazing new arrivals*

Aaron: *falls on his butt as his tongue comes unstuck. Hands over mouth as he squirms a bit*

Susana: *Gently fussing over him and offering to bring him inside where it's warm*

Aaron: *thinks that sounds okay, though he doesn't want to talk, and he's now worrying about his brother in the snow*

Two Seekers: *Being chased by two Aerialbots now*

Nosecone: *out and digging Autumn from the drift*

Patrick: *Facepalming at the report Susana just sent him* I just hope they remember to respect flight paths.

Susana: *Talking to someone coming around the corner, and then Sgt. Madison, Lt. Ross, WO Caine, and some of Maj. McHale's squad are going to dig Stephan out of the snowdrift*

Stephan: *shivering but grinning as he's freed from his tomb*

Sgt. Madison: Let's get everyone who has some semblance of intelligence inside where it's warm...

Lt. Ross: *on her radio, is telling Slingshot and Air Raid that they should head inside soon, and to bring Quickstrike and Whiplash back before it's dark*

Stephan: Yes, sir. Will follow where he's led.*

Nosecone: *looks around and frowns, then transforms to a tracked vehicle with a big drill on the front and clears a trail right through the heart of the other big snowdrift. Not the one that's a snow house now*

Whiplash: SHE'S GONNA EAT MEEEEE!!!! *Laughing as he's chased by Air Raid*

Air Raid: GET BACK HERE!!!

Soldiers: *Collective facepalm*

Nosecone: *busy making Autumn a trail*

Autumn: *Shivering and following after Nosecone*

Nosecone: *ends the trail at the door, and then transforms from vehicle to rootmode, and then to secondary alt*

Autumn: Th-Thanks... *going to scoot inside where it's warm as the soldiers also head for the lodge*

Quickstrike: *Yelps as Slingshot gets a lucky shot in and he's sent spiraling into another snowbank*

Air Raid: Ten points, 'Shot! *Laughs and divebombs Whiplash in an effort to try and ground the Seeker quickly*

Slingshot: That's because I'm AWESOME! *laughs and lands near Quickstrike with the intention of digging him out*

Stephan: *pauses and looks up, blinking. And then he's racing down the walk and leaping into the air himself, eager to try out flying in the open sky*

Whiplash: Aw, slaggit! *Doing his best to avoid both Air Raid and the newcomer*

Nancy: Strafe!

Strafe: *just happily scooting around doing barrel rolls and such*

Air Raid: *Buzzes Strafe in a friendly manner* C'mon! Let's get the Seeker on the ground so we can all go inside and get warmed up!

Whiplash: *DOES NOT WANT*

Strafe: Okay!

Quickstrike: *Is a bundle of misery and ow, will limp to the garage after getting laughed at for being an idiot by Skylar*

Slingshot: *Heads skyward after Quickstrike heads for the garage*

Strafe: *calculates quickly, and then shoots over Whiplash's wing without actually touching it*

Whiplash: *Startles badly and nearly takes a tumble out of the sky*

Air Raid: Twenty points for the new guy! *Laughs and chases after Whiplash*

Strafe: *does it again, this time firing across the errant Seeker's other wing*

Whiplash: *Rolls to avoid the shot, smacks into a fir tree*

Slingshot: *Nearly Tree'd herself due to laughing so hard at the Seeker*

Strafe: *lands and transforms to root mode, his blue visor alight with his smile as he hears Slingshot's laughter*

Air Raid: *Helping Slingshot pick up Whiplash from where the stunned Seeker landed* *To Strafe* Go on and head in without us. We're gonna take this doof to the garage so Skylar and the other Seekers who're gonna fix him and his brother can get started.

Strafe: Yes, sir. *turns and jogs down the drive toward the lodge*

Cyrus: *is in the meeting room, apologizing for his brother*

Patrick: Don't worry about it... We've dealt with worse situations in the past...

Emilia: *nods, thinking of a certain black and green femme*

Strafe: *has found brother. Transforms and settles in a chair, then stands again and comes to help as Nancy and Aaron come in with Autumn*

Autumn: *still shivering, but has a blanket that one of the soldiers gave her wrapped around her shoulders.*

Aaron: Someone had drawn on that man's face.

Nancy: Yes, I think it was some sort of joke.

Emilia: *snickering and shaking her head, before sending Lt. Wesson a message with the suggestion that he use an alcohol wipe to get rid of the sharpie*

Aaron: ...A joke? He was sleeping on the couch in the lobby.

Patrick: *Nods* It was a joke... At Lt. Wesson's expense.

Nancy: *pat pat* Once we gain more experience we'll likely understand better.

Autumn: Probably Seamus or Samuel...

Cyrus: *hands on hips, frowny face for Aaron and Stephan*

Nancy: Seamus and Samuel?

Autumn: *nods* One of the sets of twins here... They go by Sideswipe and Sunstreaker when they're in root mode.

Nancy: And they draw on people?

Autumn: If it was them, they're being really well behaved today.... Usually someone's had to shoot one of them in the skidplate by now...

Petra: *coughs to hide her snerk*

Emilia: *Quietly* They like to prank people, mostly for their own amusement, but when they've got people chasing them for pranks, it's easy to forget that we're still in a war...

Nancy: *looks at Cyrus*

Cyrus: Comic relief.

Patrick: *quietly, with a serious look in his eyes as he cradles Soli* Much-needed comic relief...

Aaron: *has his tongue stuck out and is trying to see it*

Stephan: *will laugh at that quietly*

Alicia and Scarlett: *Are that slight ruckus out in the hallway as they head back to the quarters they share with the rest of the Aerialbots*

Cyrus: *nods his understanding, and then looks from Patrick to Autumn* So...?

Patrick: Have you had a chance to get some lunch yet?

Cyrus: No, sir. We thought it was important to get here as soon as possible.

Patrick: *nods* *To Autumn* Why don't you show them where the cafeteria is, and get some lunch as well? Mirage should be bringing the creche their lunch soon.

Autumn: Yessir. *moves to hold the door open for the Technobots, looking quite comical in the blanket which is likely better suited to someone taller*

Technobots: *follow. Stephan has a hand on Aaron's arm to guide him, since Aaron's still a bit unsettled from being captured by a window*

Back in the med ward...

Dr. House: *watching the monitors that are attached to the slender white Cybertronian who is Ratchet* Should we call Jack?

Red Alert: Cover her old shell with a blanket or a tarp first... Jack was already stressing when he took Sarah and Sora to the gymnasium....

Dr. House: We can just move it to one of the ORs. *frowns at the monitors* How long will having had her brain handled like that keep her down?

Red Alert: Not as long as it would've in her old shell, thankfully... *pinging Jack's comm with a message as he moves to lift Rachel's old shell*

Ratchet: *groans softly*

Dr. House: *snaps his attention back to her from having looked at Red Alert* Shhh. Easy, Ratchet.

Red Alert: *hurrying to put the mangled shell in one of the ORs, will scan Ratchet when he returns*

Jack: *arriving a few minutes later, after having had to carefully extract himself from the snugglepile in the gym*

Ratchet: *brow ridges drawing together in a faint frown beneath her black chevron* Hmmmmm?

Jack: *clicks quietly as he transforms, before moving to gently take her hand* [Easy, Ratchet...] *his voice is a bit shaky with how relieved he is*

Ratchet: *optic shutters flicker, and then lift slowly as his wife gives him a confused frown*

Dr. House: *out of Wheeljack's way, but watching his patient closely*

Red Alert: *Scanning Ratchet now, looking for potential complications*

Wheeljack: *giving Ratchet's hand a very gentle squeeze* [You'll be okay.]

Ratchet: *frown deepens, and then she blinks. And blinks again, the frown turning to bewilderment when the action fails to change the focus*

Red Alert: *Quietly* [We've got the materials to rebuild your lens array, Ratchet.] *is sort of hoping that she won't find the energy to clobber him with the nearest tool, and feeling guilty for hoping that*

Ratchet: *and now the name has registered, and she's running an internal scan and trying to lift her free hand and look at it. But then she freezes, her optics going wide*

Wheeljack: *Worried, clicks quietly* [Ratchet?]

Ratchet: *optics focus on his face* Sparklet.

Wheeljack: ... *and now he's having to hold onto the table to keep upright*

Ratchet: *shaky hand going to her chest as she circulates air a little quickly in response to the surprise of sensing the little one there*

Red Alert: *Raised brow ridge, scans, concentrating his focus on Ratchet's chest*

Wheeljack: *quietly, to Dr. House* Hey, James? You wouldn't happen to have a chair nearby, would you?

Dr. House: *blinks away his own surprise and darts to grab the rocking chair, which he aims at Wheeljack's butt*

Wheeljack: Thanks... *letting go of Ratchet's hand so he can get seated in the chair before his legs give out on him*

Ratchet: *turns her head slightly* Red?

Red Alert: Yes, Ratchet?

Ratchet: What happened?

Red Alert: *lip components drawn in a thin line for a few moments before he answers honestly* Your shell gave out, and we transferred your spark and CPU to a new shell.

Ratchet: Gave out?

Red Alert: *nods, before quietly explaining exactly what happened, is keeping a couple sensors on Wheeljack in case his creche brother's spark condition decides to act up again*

Ratchet: *has gotten her hands up now and is looking at them as she listens*

Dr. House: *watching as he hurries to grab a cup of coffee for Wheeljack and offer it to him*

Wheeljack: *voice and hands shaky as he thanks Dr. House for the coffee*

Red Alert: *quietly* You've got the mods already installed...

Ratchet: Spark's too tired to run everything at full capacity yet. *lifts head and looks at feet as she moves them*

Red Alert: *nods, before he's chuckling quietly* I figured you'd be quite cross if you weren't able to have mint chocolate as soon as possible...

Ratchet: *snerks and lets her head lay back again* Think I'm stable enough to leave. Wanna see the kids.

Red Alert: *Nods and moves to help her sit up slowly*

Wheeljack: *Quietly* They're all in a snugglepile in the gym...

Ratchet: *concentrates and then sighs* Too low to transform.

Red Alert: We'll get you something to eat... That should help boost your energy levels... *In the meantime, he's going to be supporting you, Ratchet*

Wheeljack: *moving to try and get to his feet*

Dr. House: Let me get it. Tell me what you want. *hand on Wheeljack's shoulder*

Ratchet: Chocolate mint milkshake with some instant coffee in it.

Dr. House: ...0.o

Wheeljack: *Soft chuckle*

Red Alert: *Scanning Wheeljack, just to be absolutely sure that his creche brother hasn't over-stressed his spark*

Ratchet: *gives Dr. House a 'what are you waiting for' look*

Dr. House: *looks at Wheeljack to see if he has any better suggestions*

Wheeljack: *sipping coffee. Will get back to you*

Dr. House: *shakes his head and mutters that all doctors are insane, then turns and jogs over to his desk to call a soldier to bring the milkshake*

Red Alert: *amused snerk, tips his head slightly for a few moments, optics going slightly distant*

Ratchet: *sighs* Can't tell slag about the sparklet with these civilian sensors.

Wheeljack: *pings her comm, as he's still drinking coffee* //We'll get started on rebuilding all your mods as soon as we can, Ratchet.//

Soldier: *bringing the requested milkshake*

Ratchet: *gives her husband a wan grin, but then perks as she hears the med ward door open*

Soldier: *brings the milkshake over to Ratchet*

Ratchet: *reaches with both hands* Thanks, buddy.

Solder: You're welcome, Ma'am. *Salutes once his hands are free*

Ratchet: *grins, and then makes that milkshake disappear. Her hands are shaking slightly by the time she's done* :D Javan made that, didn't he?

Soldier: *nods* Yes Ma'am, he did.

Ratchet: *chuckles, and then looks at Wheeljack* I'm ready when you are, buddy.

Wheeljack: *Will move to get up again*

Red Alert: *attention back on Ratchet and Wheeljack* Once we get to the gym, I expect both of you to rest.

Ratchet: No slag, Sherlock. *manages to transform this time, and then looks down at herself and blushes* Anybody got some spare clothes?

Dr. House: 0.o Oops.

Serenity: *tosses a sweaterdress she had in her subspace over to Red Alert, who offers it to Rachel*

Rachel: Don't suppose you have any underpants? *pulls dress over her head and then tries to stand so that she can settle it*

Serenity: *Faint blush* Probably not any that you'd like....

Rachel: >_> Right. You want to run to my place and grab something?

Red Alert: *lip components thinning for a moment* I'd... rather she not go running about, Rachel...

Wheeljack: Then send Petra or Mia.

Rachel: *gives Red a funny look, then coms Lisa* //Blue? Would you be a sweetheart and bring me a pair of underpants, a set of PJs, and my green bunny socks?//

Lisa: //Sure thing, Rachel. Did you know some of Autumn's cousins showed up just a little while ago... I mean, I think they're her cousins, but they could also be her nieces and nephews but anyways, they're here and having lunch with her in the cafeteria but she looks like she wants to head back to the creche and does it matter what color of underpants and PJs I bring to you?//

Rachel: //Oh really? That's great! And no. Not really. I like all the colours I have. Just make sure you don't bring me that one set of silk PJs.//

Lisa: //Okay!// *Giving the impression of "^_^" over comms*

Rachel: *chuckles as she signs off, then reaches for Wheeljack*

Wheeljack: *Transforming before he's putting his arms around Rachel's waist*

Rachel: *on her feet and giving a small, slightly sad sigh at the lack of pain*

Jack: *gently kissing the top of her head, will slowly guide her out of the med ward*

Rachel: Thanks, Red, Rinny, and James. *leans against her husband as she walks out of the room with no trace of a limp*

((Co-written with random_xtras))
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