mbv, NEST HQ, Another Ally
Denver: *shifts position slightly before frowning at the feeling of the sheets*
Tracks: *softly* Shhh, darling.
Raoul and Wesson: *both perk, one from the bed on the left of Denver's, and the other from the chair to the right of it*
Denver: *opening her eyes just a bit* Tracks? Wh't...
Lt. Ross: *fussing over Lt. Wesson, having long since slipped into using Portugese the same way her mother would*
Dr. House: *getting to his feet and coming over slowly, his mouth quirking at the corners as he sees that Tracks is on Denver's bed again*
Tracks: *up on his elbow to look down at Denver, his blue optics full of concern* Do you know where you are?
Denver: *slight frown* 'M guessin' th' med ward... *eyes widen and then she's moving to sit up*
Tracks: *gentle hand to prevent her from sitting* Shhhh. Everyone's safe.
Raoul: *hugs the sleeping Will a little tighter where his little brother's leaning against his side*
Denver: *very slight wibble before she's trying to scoot closer to Tracks* Wh're's ev'ry'un?
Tracks: Lt. Wesson is right here in the chair. Lt. Ross is that tapping sound you hear, and Raoul and Will are behind me on the next bed.
Denver: Wh're's Beau? 'N wh're's Vato, Magnus, 'n 'Raj? *Worried*
Tracks: All safe. Though I rather think Magnus and 'Raj are still in the motor pool, keeping an eye on Soundwave.
Denver: *tries to sit up again* Soundwave?!
Tracks: *holds her down again* Relax. He's no threat to anyone at the moment.
Denver: *Trying to calm down, can't quite do it. Has to hide her face against Tracks' chest for the time being*
Tracks: *settles down and holds her close* *softly* Motormaster crushed his spark compartment. He's on life support.
Denver: *taking deep breaths, small sound*
Tracks: *gentle kiss to her forehead. He's aware of Wesson's concerned look from where the big man is sitting*
Lt. Ross: *attention on the Major now, will carefully hobble over with her crutches*
Tracks: *softly* Do you want to let Dr. House look at you so he'll stop hovering like that?
Dr. House: *snort*
Denver: *Small nod* Ah wanna git outta 'ere, too...
Dr. House: *gently, as he comes over to look into her eyes and listen to her heart and breathing* You'll have to wait a few more hours for that, Denver. I need to make sure you're alright.
Denver: *small nod before she's frowning again* Wh't 'appened t' land me 'ere?
Dr. House: *testing her reflexes* They think Motormaster hit you in the back of the head. We found you in a snow drift.
Denver: *Reflexes look good, but she's frowning even more now* Wh'n w's th't?
Dr. House: Yesterday. *gives the time*
Denver: ... *surprised expression is a go* 'N wh't tahm w's Ah brought 'n?
Dr. House: *tells her a time a few minutes after that in which she was found*
Denver: .... *frowning again as she shakes her head* Ah don' recall much 'f anehth'n' fr'm aftah a certain tahm...
Dr. House: It's the blow to your head. You might not get those minutes back.
Denver: ... *soft sigh, snuggles against Tracks again* 'Re ya sure Ah can't leave yet?
Dr. House: I'm sure. Just relax and get some more rest. *turns his head at the sound of a body falling out of a chair* ...Your brother is as stubborn as you are.
Denver: *Soft snerk* 'Course 'e 's... 'E's mah brothah...
Beau: *owlish blinking*
Raoul: *quiet chuckle* Dork.
Beau: XP *moves to get up before Lt. Ross can fuss at him*
Tracks: That's enough, Raoul. Beau, sleep in a bed.
Dr. House: *stepping back with a pat for Denver's hand, and then goes around the curtain and heads back toward his desk, saying something quietly to Lockdown as he passes her bed*
Beau: *soft murmur of "Yessir", before he's moving to join Raoul and Will on their bed, though he opts to curl up at the foot of the bed*
Denver: *snuggles against Tracks, feeling safe*
Raoul: *couple gentle kicks for his best friend, and then snuggles his little brother as Will makes a sound and moves*
Tracks: *listening to the boys as he murmurs softly to Denver in Cybertronian*
Denver: *fighting the urge to close her eyes, but darnit if snuggling against Tracks and listening to him talk isn't comforting*
Tracks: *another gentle kiss for her forehead, and then he's singing very softly as he rubs her back*
Denver: *loses the fight against staying awake, slipping back into slumber*
Tracks: *holds her close and purrs his soft purr as he shutters his optics*
Lt. Wesson: *watches them, a touch of sadness in his dark eyes*
Beau: *watching Denver and silently thanking whoever is listenting that she was able to find someone she feels comfortable enough with to trust with her back and her heart*
Raoul: *gives him one more kick, just to make sure of him*
Beau: *gives Raoul a look* :p
Raoul: *smirks at Beau and puts his feet on him, then closes his eyes, hugs Will, and settles to sleep*
Lt. Ross: *hobbles to get some blankets as quietly as she can*
Lt. Wesson: Lemme do that, Maria. *getting up from his chair*
Lt. Ross: *soft sigh* Alright....
Lt. Wesson: *tries to smile, but doesn't manage too well as he grabs the spare covers and gets them spread over the youngsters*
Lt. Ross: *hobbling over to a chair and sitting down with a sigh*
Lt. Wesson: *finished covering. Goes to look at Lockdown and exchanges silent glares with the bleary femme. Then comes back and sits by Lt. Ross*
Lt. Ross: *mutters something in Portugese*
Lt. Wesson: *quietly* English, dude. English.
Lt. Ross: *gives him a mild Look mixed with amusement*
Lt. Wesson: *eyebrow, a bit of humor in his eyes*
Lt. Ross: *Quietly, so Denver doesn't hear* Think she'll throw a fit if she's told she can't have coffee till tomorrow?
Lt. Wesson: *humor fades. Moodily* Nah. She's got her fix.
Lt. Ross: *reaches with one of her crutches to gently nudge Wesson, sympathy in her expression*
Lt. Wesson: *swats at the cruch* Cut it out, Maria.
Lt. Ross: *soft chuckle* Well, at least we won't have to do parade drills....
Lt. Wesson: ...Ben a long time since we've done those.
Lt. Ross: Yeah... Last time was when the Major had strep...
Lt. Wesson: *makes a face at the memory*
Lt. Ross: I dunno who was more miserable that day... You, the Major, or Jean...
Lt. Wesson: *no hesitation* Jean.
Lt. Ross: *soft 'heh'* Yeah...
Lt. Wesson: *slight grin now*
Lt. Ross: *considering look* Remember that time we went camping?
Lt. Wesson: ...Which one?
Lt. Ross: The one where Jean talked Vato into joining him in a lousy rendition of 'Bohemian Rhapsody'.
Lt. Wesson: *snigger*
Lt. Ross: I think I still have that on video... Think we should send it to Capt. Blume?
Lt. Wesson: *wrinkles his nose, and then stops to think about it*
Lt. Ross: Remember how Jean gave everyone that 'kicked puppy' look till Vato caved?
Lt. Wesson: *slight grin* Vato's a suck.
Lt. Ross: *Snerk* Yeah... but he only did it to get Jean to shut up...
Lt. Wesson: I could'a shut Jean up. *cracks knuckles*
Lt. Ross: And the Major could'a school'd you.
Lt. Wesson: >_> Yeah
Lt. Ross: *A bit sadly* Rose would'a laughed if you had made Jean shut up....
Lt. Wesson: *big grin* She's shuttin' him up pretty good now.
Lt. Ross: *small nod* I just hope she doesn't give him more brain damage than he's got.
Lt. Wesson: Kissin' don't cause brain damage. *griiins as he remembers walking in on his friends when he'd gone to check on them that morning. It had only been a peck, but still*
Lt. Ross: *soft chuckle* Think Jean'll give her that ring he's been hangin' onto?
Lt. Wesson: *grin fades to chagrin* I forgot to look and see if he did.
Lt. Ross: *reaches to patpat his leg* Check the next time you visit?
Lt. Wesson: Yeah. *glances toward the boys as a sound comes from over there*
Lt. Ross: *looks that way as well, concern marking her features*
Lt. Wesson: *quietly* Somebody dreaming.
Lt. Ross: *frowns and moves to get up*
Lt. Wesson: *hand on her shoulder* He's laughing.
Lt. Ross: *settles back onto her chair, sighing softly*
Lt. Wesson: *frowns at her* You should get some rest too.
Lt. Ross: I will... Vato was going to stop by and make sure I get to my quarters...
Lt. Wesson: *turns and looks toward the door, cocking his head to listen* You should've gone sooner.
Lt. Ross: I know... I just... *startles as ENS. Falman enters the med ward*
Lt. Wesson: *turns back to her quickly, his brows going up*
ENS. Falman: *Salutes, before quietly offering to help Lt. Ross to her feet*
Lt. Wesson: You hear anythin' new, Vato? *hand under Lt. Ross's arm to tender assistance*
ENS. Falman: *headshake*
Lt. Wesson: Guess I should go check. *glances toward Denver*
Denver: *definitely asleep, and looking quite peaceful for once*
Lt. Wesson: :\ *turns and gets to his feet*
Lt. Ross: *reaches to gently patpat his arm*
Lt. Wesson: *quizzical and slightly absent look*
Lt. Ross: *Reassuringly* Things'll be okay. You'll see...
Lt. Wesson: *shrugs a shoulder and turns toward the door. Slightly heavily* Yeah. Sleep well.
Lt. Ross: You get some rest too, John. *giving him a Look before ENS. Falman helps her out the door*
Lt. Wesson: *soft snerk at how she still doesn't believe him when he says he sleeps all that he needs to. Then takes a last look at his CO and her family before he heads for the door, nodding to Dr. House in passing and absently noting that Lockdown looks like she's asleep again. Makes his way through the halls to the lobby, where he checks on the turkey before slipping into his coat, hat, and boots and then goes out to the motor pool to have a look at Soundwave and check on Perceptor and Kia*
Kia: *resting against her mate's chest and trembling slightly*
Merlin: *Soothing clicks, gently rubbing Kia's back as Blaster dozes nearby*
WO Caine: *small wave to his friend from where he's sitting by Joe, Bee, and some of the Seekers*
Comet: *is doing like Blaster and having a bit of a doze*
Nightbird: *silent and still, appears to be sleeping, is really keeping track of everything around her*
Sidewinder: *gives the new arrival a suspicious look, but then turns her attention back to her trine sisters*
Lt. Wesson: *nods to Caine, and then goes over to Russell* *softly* How're they doin'?
Russell: *slight start, looks like he's about ready to do like Blaster and Comet* *quietly* Given enough time and quiet, they should be alright...
Lt. Wesson: *slight nod, then hesitates* They still the same people?
Russell: Merlin's personality was unaffected.... Kia is a bit different, though it is not an extremely drastic change....
Lt. Wesson: *frowns* Different how?
Russell: She appears to be a bit more wary and watchful now...
Lt. Wesson: *scowls a wee bit* ...Guess you can't expect any different from a 'Con.
Russell: *soft chuckle* At least it is that trait that is most prevalent...
Kia: *big shudder and then lifts her head and looks around, her expression full of concern as she looks at Soundwave*
Lt. Wesson: *watching her* Oh. The Major woke up.
Russell: *Perks* That's good to hear... How is she?
Lt. Wesson: She lost some time. But she's snuggled up with Tracks and resting alright now.
Russell: *small frown and nods* Did she complain of any vision difficulties?
Lt. Wesson: No. But she was too busy worrying about everyone else to think about herself.
Russell: *Sigh* I'd best check to make sure... Injuries like what she has risk vision difficulties...
Lt. Wesson: *slight headshake* Hey, Dr. House knows what he's doin'. He's taken care of us for a long time.
Russell: *gives him a mild Look* And Major MacKenzie is as stubborn as Patrick.
Lt. Wesson: So's Doc.
Russell: ... Good point... and Dr. House also has Naomi.... *chuckles a bit*
Lt. Wesson: *flash of Uncle pride and affection for the child who's around the same age as he is* Yup.
Russell: *blinks a bit before moving to stifle a yawn*
Lt. Wesson: You need to be here to keep an eye on him? *nods toward Soundwave*
Russell: Until Ratchet returns...
Lt. Wesson: *frown with concern* She going to be up to that? She's got another one on the way, doesn't she?
Russell: *nods* Wheeljack is sticking close to make sure she gets plenty of rest.... *trails off and gets a slightly distant look for a few moments*
Lt. Wesson: *blinks* Dr. Anderson?
Russell: *slight shake* Yes?
Lt. Wesson: You alright?
Russell: *nods* Rinny was just wondering when I'd be able to come back to quarters....
Lt. Wesson: *slight frown, and then looks over at Merlin* Do you think Professor Percia's up to taking a shift here?
Russell: That would depend on what Patrick says....
Lt. Wesson: *drops his voice as his frown deepens* He under suspicion now?
Russell: It's more as a precaution...
Lt. Wesson: *hrrms and nods his understanding, still frowning*
*Speaking of Patrick, he's now getting dragged out to the garage by Emilia*
Wesson: *on his feet and to attention as Caine and several of the Seekers do the same*
Bumblebee: *also at attention*
Joe: *blinking, but he can clearly remember Patrick telling him to stop snapping to attention at him, so he stays sitting*
Patrick: *blinking owlishly and wondering out loud why he's been dragged out to the garage*
Emilia: I just want to make sure you didn't break something.
Kia: *quizzical look* *softly* Break something?
Merlin: *blink blink, looks to Patrick with concern* Sir...
Patrick: I'm fine... just a little tired, is all...
Emilia: *To Russell and Merlin* He went Matrix-spelunking again...
Patrick: *looking like he wants to facepalm*
Merlin: *concern grows*
Russell: *Scans Patrick, before making a small "Hmph" sound* He's just low on energy this time, Emilia... Go take him to get some breakfast, and then straight back to quarters. And I expect you to rest, Sir.
Patrick: *small nod, knows he can't win this argument*
Bumblebee: *going 0.o*
Kia: *expression full of concern, though she doesn't speak again*
Windbreaker: *sleeping on his feet with his hand up in salute*
Emilia: *To Russell* You should get some rest too...
Russell: I can't leave my post until Ratchet comes back... *Is still not used to thinking of Joe's mate as a medic, it seems*
Joe: *soft throat clearing sound as he stands and provides Bumblebee with something to lean against*
Kia: *looks at her mate* -We're qualified medics....- *he'll feel her wary uncertainty concerning the Prime*
Merlin: *Small nod* -I fear we may be under suspicion for the time being, love...-
Kia: *alarm and dismay* -Suspicion?-
Russell: *blink blink, facepalm* Sorry, Bee... I forgot again...
Bumblebee: *softly* It's okay, sir.
Merlin: *another small nod* -Due to Soundwave's sleeper program...-
Emilia: *supporting Patrick as he starts to fall asleep on his feet* Bee, will you be alright with keeping an optic on things in here?
Bumblebee: *nods* Yes, sir.
Emilia: Thank you... *shifting Patrick enough to wake him up*
Joe: Do you need some help bringing him back inside?
Emilia: That'd be great...
Patrick: *sleepy murmur of "I'm fine...just fine..."*
Joe: *goes over and picks his CO up, then offers a hand to Emilia. He'll set her down and transform once they get to the lodge*
Emilia: *thanks him again as she moves to climb onto his hand*
Joe: *turns and glances at Bumblebee, then nods as he sees she's settled back onto her big wooden spool seat and carries the Prime and Emilia out of the tent*
Kia: *watches them go, hugging herself* *very softly* -He has no intention of hurting anyone, and they're not holding Ravage and Laserbeak under suspicion.-
Merlin: *gentle snuggles* *Softly* -I believe that once he is able to explain himself, the matter will be dropped... Though I suspect this may be more about whether or not I myself can be trusted than anything else.- *sounds a bit resigned to this fact*
Kia: 0_o -Whether you may be trusted??-
Merlin: -They are unsure as to whether or not I have been compromised...- *Soft sigh, cuddle*
Kia: -....- *feeling of gentle outrage. And fear*
Merlin: *Gentle patpats* -I am certain this will all be cleared up soon enough.-
Kia: -How long have they known you?-
Merlin: -Many vorns... Though the same could be said of Starscream... It has only been within recent vorns that he has fully gained our trust.-
Kia: *sighs and closes her eyes, then leans her forehead against his shoulder* -I confess myself fearful now.-
Windbreaker: *falls over with a mighty crash*
Merlin: *Soothing clicks as he gently rubs her back* -Everything will work out...- *attention going to Windbreaker* Oh my....
Kia: 0.0
Rainbird: *sniggerfit and kicks the sleeping Seeker*
Russell: *Facepalming and shaking his head before he moves to go back to the lodge*
Joe: *coming back now*
Mistglider: *pushing herself into a sitting position, her optics wide as she looks for the source of the crash*
Lt. Wesson: *hand over his mouth to hide his urge to laugh as he looks at Windbreaker*
Comet: *awake, but a bit confused as to what's going on*
Quickstrike: *pointing and laughing*
Windbreaker: *didn't even twitch. Is still sound asleep on his face*
Bumblebee: *goes over and scans the sleeping Seeker, and then hobbles over to talk to Comet and Mistglider*
Mistglider: *settling back on her tarp, though her optics are a bit wary as she takes in the number of Seekers in the tent*
Comet: *Wary, but alert now*
Joe: *swats Quickstrike upside the head, and then tells him to turn Windbreaker over into a more comfortable position*
Quickstrike: *Startled yelp, before he's scurrying to do so*
Rainbird: *looking at Joe like 0.o*
Comet: *Blinkblinkblink at Joe*
Nightbird: *attention on Joe*
Joe: *once Quickstrike's done* Thanks. Now settle down, alright? People are sleeping here.
Heatseeker: *scratching his head and studying the young Autobot*
Beamrider: *is one of the sleeping, his chin on his chest. No one's about to wake the twitchy Seeker, though. Too many people, including Megatron, have lost fingers for trying*
Quickstrike: *Gonna go sulk in the corner now, kthx*
Joe: *turns to check on everyone and notices Nightbird. Goes and hunkers next to her* [Sir? Can you hear me?]
Nightbird: *Barely nods*
Joe: [What's the last thing you remember?]
Sidewinder: *giving him a Look that could corrode paint*
Nightbird: *silent for a few moments, before hand-signing* "Hurt. Betrayed." *looks to Sidewinder, signs the hand signal for "Stand Down."*
Joe: *looks at Bumblebee* *softly* She remembers.
Bumblebee: *scans the femme, and then creaks over, leaning on her cane*
Sidewinder: *watching still, but her attitude says she'll not interfere*
Joe: [Lady Nightbird, this is the medic on duty, Bumblebee.]
Nightbird: *Small nod* *signs* "Where?"
Joe: [The Autobot base. On Earth.]
Nightwish: *small blink. She knows "Autobot", but not "Earth". Signs* "Where from Cybertron?"
Joe: *pauses and looks over at Merlin* //Sir, what are the coordinates for Earth in this reality?//
Merlin: *Databursts them*
Joe: *thanks him and then tells Nightbird* [Your seconds brought you here.]
Nightbird: *glances to Sidewinder, since she can't see Comet, signs the sign for approval. They did very well.*
Sidewinder: *smiles her small, cold smile and bows her head*
Joe: [Is there anything you need?]
Nightbird: *signs* "Rest, and fuel."
Joe: *turns to get a shard of Melissa's rose energon plaster and then offers it to the former Warlady* [Here. This is filling and easy to process.]
Nightbird: *retracting her faceguard for the time it takes to consume the shard of energon plaster*
Sidewinder: *had tensed. And is still uneasy about her commander eating the unknown substance*
Rainbird: *reaches down and sneaks a piece of the cake*
Sidewinder: *gives her a hairy eyeball, but relaxes*
Joe: *quietly* [Do you need more, sir?]
Nightbird: *Small headshake* *Signs* "Rest more necessary."
Joe: *glances at Bumblebee*
Bumblebee: *quietly, her soft voice slightly tense* [I just have some questions, sir.]
Nightbird: *slight raise of a brow ridge, inviting Bumblebee to ask her questions*
Bumblebee: *holds up one squarish hand that's missing a finger, and only had four to start with. Is holding up two of the fingers that remain* [How many fingers?]
Nightbird: *signs* "Two."
Bumblebee: *nods, then uses both hands to hold up four fingers* [And now?]
Nightbird: "Four."
Bumblebee: *nods* [Does your comlink work?]
Nightbird: *Small nod*
Bumblebee: [Will you use it? I need to ask some questions so I can find out how badly the crack in your processor is affecting your memory.] *still sounding tense and even a little scared, but Joe's got a hand on her shoulder*
Nightbird: *nod*
Bumblebee: *asks a series of questions to determine just how far back and how far forward the femme's memory reaches. She's tense during the whole thing, but polite and soft spoken*
Nightbird: *answering as well as she is able, though she does have a few hiccups in her memory banks, mostly concerning events immediately prior to, during, and immediately after she was struck by Megatron. She knows it was her mate that hurt her, and that he betrayed her... but not the specifics of the incident* *gently* //[You do not need to fear me... I no longer have orders to dispose of Autobots and Neutrals.]//
Bumblebee: *quietly, her slightly mismatched, big blue optics frank* [It isn't you I'm afraid of, sir. It's myself.]
Nightbird: *Very slight headtilt* "Why?"
Bumblebee: *still quiet* [Because I have processor damage myself. It leads to flashbacks that can sometimes get violent, though they're rare now.]
Nightbird: *very small nod* "Trust mate." *is starting to get a bit tired*
Bumblebee: [I trust my mate.] *reaches for a second tarp and spreads it over her patient* [Rest now, sir.]
Nightbird: *powers down to rest*
Comet: ... *raised brow ridge, looks to Sidewinder*
Sidewinder: Why did you cover her like that, Autobot?
Bumblebee: Because sometimes feeling camouflaged feels good when you're damaged. *doesn't look up from her patient*
Comet: ... Huh....
Sidewinder: The Warlady is no coward.
Joe: Bumblebee didn't say she was. *stern look*
Sidewinder: *frowns, but defers to his authority, since the other Seekers do. Shifts her weight slightly and settles down to watch again*
Joe: *helps Bumblebee get up and go back to her seat*
Lt. Wesson: *watches all that, and then nods to his teammates before turning to go back to the lodge. Once in the lobby he'll see if he can't draw something on Magnus' face where the frontliner's sleeping on one of the couches*
Magnus: *Doesn't even notice that he's got company*
Lt. Wesson: *writes 'Lady killer' on his new teammate's forehead, and then puts away his marker before going and flopping down in an armchair and settling down to catch a few winks before it's time to get up*
((Co-written with random_xtras))