mbv and Nexus, NEST HQ and the Black Dog, Victory
Ratchet: *heading out to the shed where Motormaster is. She's flanked by Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, and Nightbird is beside her as Joe brings up the rear* We should be getting news back from Starscream soon.
Nightbird: *Small nod, is ignoring Sunstreaker and Sideswipe*
Twins: *smacking one another on the arms*
Joe: *throat clearing sound*
Ratchet: Speaking of Starscream, thanks for giving him everything you knew about Nightwish.
Nightbird: *Another small nod* *signs* "I was surprised that he asked."
Sunstreaker: Sides started it!
Sideswipe: Did not!
Ratchet: *without turning* And I'll finish it, guys. You want to take on a pregnant woman? *to Nightbird* Well, he knew we needed the information. Skylar can be thorough when he wants to be.
Twins: *meep*
Nightbird: *signs* "Which is why he was always one of the highest-ranked officers amongst the Decepticons."
Ratchet: Yeah. I bet.
Nightbird: *small nod* *changing the subject somewhat* "Has anyone been able to locate the rest of the Stunticons?"
Joe: Not yet. Blaster's searching the airwaves, and the aerial bots have been doing overhead patrols of the land belonging to the lodge.
Nightbird: *small frown, nods* "Perhaps I should try."
Joe: With all due respect, sir. Our best trackers are also on the job.
Ratchet: *nodding to the guards and opening the shed door* That's Ironhide, Chromia, and Prowl. But they're only the second best. Though Moofy can't do much without a spark signature.
Nightbird: *soft chuckle* "The Stunticons will come where I tell them to."
Ratchet: *pauses and looks at her*
Sunstreaker: ... You're slagging kidding.
Sideswipe: *Giving Nightbird a "Bhuhwhutnow?" look*
Nightbird: *Calmly* They know better than to upset their mother.
Ratchet: .... *ebil smirk* So that's why you want to talk to Motormaster.
Nightbird: *nods* *Just as calmly as before* She will cooperate if I tell her to. I have bested her in battle before, as I have the rest of her siblings.
Ratchet: *nods to the three human and Autobot guards that they can go* Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, guard positions.
Twins: *move to follow Ratchet's order*
Joe: *stands at loose parade rest just outside the door, his ax resting against the frozen gravel*
Ratchet: *activates Motormaster, and then steps back out of immediate flailing or shooting range* Okay now. *watches*
Motormaster: *flails and scrabbles back a bit as soon as she realizes who's in here with her*
Ratchet: *looking out through the shed door, her arms crossed over her chest as she mentally counts down seconds to when they might expect the first report on the mirror project*
Joe: *watching the back wall of the shed instead of the scolding*
Nightbird: *Winding down and giving Motormaster a good shake*
Starscream: //Mission Status: 75% complete.//
Ratchet: *grins* //Good job, guys.//
Joe: *acknowledges wordlessly*
Starscream: *Privately to Ratchet* //Save the praises till we're back... otherwise I'll have to put up with Primus knows how many loops of "We are the Champions"//
Ratchet: //That's why I sent it to the guys who can take it. How are Scattershot and Strafe keeping up?//
Starscream: //They're keeping up just fine. Even Air Raid and Slingshot are behaving.//
Ratchet: //Good. We have Motormaster awake.//
Starscream: //Oh?//
Ratchet: //And she's being very very good.//
Patrick: //... Define 'good'.//
Starscream: *Snerks over comms* //Beat me to the punch...//
Ratchet: *lets them hear a bit of what's going on*
Nightbird: *talking quietly to the Stunticon leader, explaining what has happened on Cybertron, and about how Megatron has finally made the one mistake that everyone had been anticipating. Is also explaining that from this moment forward, Motormaster and her siblings are not to attack the Autobots*
Ratchet: //That good.//
Motormaster: *giving a sullen affirmation*
Joe: *shifts slightly, unaware of how stern and impressive he looks*
Ratchet: //And Joe's looming.//
Nightbird: *absently signs "Stand down", is still discussing things with Motormaster*
Starscream: //He's good at that. Better than Patrick.//
Patrick: //Hey!//
Joe: *looks confused. Glances at the twins to see if they're acting out of line*
Ratchet: //Well, considering how tall he is compared to the Chief.//
Patrick: *razzes over comms*
Starscream: *snickering*
Nightbird: *glances over her shoulder, is clearly trying not to laugh*
Joe: *turns back to Nightbird, his expression quizzical*
Ratchet: //Any sign of Nightwish?//
Starscream: //If she's here, we haven't found her yet...//
Ratchet: *blinks as the Air Commander's transmission garbles down into static* //Starscream?//
Patrick: *putting out frantic comm calls*
Joe: *suddenly tense and looking toward the sky instead of into the shed*
Ratchet: //Starscream? Skylar?//
Starscream: *static for a few moments more* //-Slag was that?!//
Patrick: *a bit sharply* //Starscream, report!//
Starscream: //Bogie came out of nowhere and everything went to pit and back before I could make sense!//
Ratchet: *spark leaping as she circulates* //Casualties?//
Starscream: //The bogie. Silverbolt clipped it and it went into the sun. Dents and dings on our side, and Silverbolt's freaking out.... The mirrors are gone though...//
Patrick: //Get everyone home. PINpoint.// *Worried*
Ratchet: *circulating and trying to calm her unborn down* //Gah. Red, SOS.//
Russell: //Where are you?//
Ratchet: //The bigger shed.// *settles onto her skidplate and rests her elbows on her knees*
Russell: //Understood.// *And moments later, there he is, tucking a borrowed PINpoint away and moving to scan Ratchet*
Nightbird: *hand on Motormaster, concern for the Autobot CMO clear in her optics*
Joe: *turned at the PIN sound, and is now hunkered down so he can better see into the shed. Frowning deeply*
Ratchet: *circulating. Has no damage. But has a very very agitated unborn*
Starscream: //Ratchet? ETA less than five minutes. We're just rounding everyone up now.//
Russell: *soothingly* Easy, Ratchet... I think it would be a good idea to call Jack and have he and the Dinobots meet you in your quarters.
Ratchet: *small nod as she continues to circulate* //I'm going off duty, Starscream. Apparently someone objects strongly to excitement.// *private channel* //Jack?//
Jack: //Yes, Ratchet?//
Starscream: //Alright. Skyfire and I will make sure everyone gets back safely. Starscream out.//
Ratchet: //Gotcha, Starscream.// *closes that frequency* //Your kid is kicking me in the spark. I need a hand getting to bed. And more kids to cuddle.//
Jack: *soft chuckle* //Well, Red's got my PINpoint, but I think I can nab someone else's and come get you...//
Ratchet: //I don't wanna PINpoint right now, sport.// *rubs her temple and patiently continues to sing to and sooth her sparklet*
Joe: Russell? What's wrong?
Russell: *moving to gently help Ratchet to her feet* Nothing serious... Ratchet just needs a break.
Jack: //Gotcha. It'll be a few minutes, but I'll be there as soon as I can.//
Ratchet: //Alright, buddy. Don't forget to change shoes.// Nightbird, I have to go.
Nightbird: *nods* Have a good rest, Ratchet.
Ratchet: *cracks a slight grin as she leans against Russell* Thanks. *rubs her chest* I think I've got another Greg in here.
Nightbird: *very soft chuckle as she nods*
Motormaster: *Confused expression is a go*
Jack: *arriving a few minutes later, has snowboots on* I asked Sora to bring the kids to our quarters.
Ratchet: *transforms to alt mode, probably further confusing the big truck femme, but she's more interested in going to her husband and putting her arms around him to care* That's great. *sighs and chuckles*
Jack: *moves to gently scoop Rachel up* C'mon... Let's go make sure that Greg doesn't throw a fit... *chuckles*
Rachel: His younger brother's already doing that for him just fine.
Jack: *more chuckling as he moves to carry Rachel inside*
Joe: *watches them go, then turns back to Nightbird and Motormaster before glancing at the twins to see why they're being so quiet*
Sunstreaker: *head dipped as he talks to Skywarp*
Sideswipe: *optics skyward, and a slight frown on his face*
Joe: They'll be back soon.
Sideswipe: Yeah...
Motormaster: *Startled exclaimation in Cybertronian. Guess who just got her first look at Nightbird's alt-mode?*
Joe: *attention back to the big 'Con as she exclaims, and then subspaces his ax and dwindles down to his human alt before stepping into the shed*
Nightbird: *Explaining calmly, and getting a brain-broken look in return* [Unless you would much rather prefer to stay out here, Motormaster, I suggest you do like the rest of us.]
Motormaster: [B-But that's...]
Joe: Too much like using your processor for something other than a battering ram?
Motormaster: *GLARES at Joe, before getting a sharp reprimand from Nightbird*
Joe: *calmly* Sorry.
jets: *go overhead*
Nightbird: *sharing data with Motormaster, and a few moments later, there's a pale 20-something woman with dark hair and eyes trying to stand up*
Joe: *reports to Patrick that they have a goth. Doesn't realize that a lot of people call his Bee a goth*
Patrick: //Make sure she has a chance to refuel.//
Joe: *concerned* //Yes, sir.// *reaches into subspace and produces energon cake, since he knows Motormaster won't be able to process organic fuel yet* Here.
Skyfire: *talking to the Aerialbots as he moves to carry Silverbolt to the main garage, is getting heckled by Air Raid*
Motormaster: ... *frowns, distrust clear on her face*
Joe: *just offers the bit of cake to Nightbird instead*
Nightbird: *thanks Joe, breaks off a piece for herself, and then puts the rest in Motormaster's hands*
Joe: *grins, then turns his head to watch as Bumblebee holds the door to the motorpool open for Skyfire and Silverbolt. Smiles slightly as he sees the three ground-bound Technobots come out to greet Scattershot and Strafe*
Silverbolt: *is pretty dinged up, and shaking like a leaf*
Joe: Do you need anything else? *quizzical look for Nightbird*
Nightbird: Let me know when there is time to upgrade Motormaster's systems, please.
Joe: *glances at Russell, and then pokes him*
Russell: *Startles, was talking to Serenity over their bond*
Joe: *supporting hand for the older man* Sorry. Do you have time to upgrade Motormaster?
Russell: *small nod* I do... Serenity was just getting ready to have another nap...
Joe: *thinks that Rachel and Serenity have a lot in common right now* Do you need any help?
Russell: I will need the upgrades from the med ward...
Joe: Does Dr. House know where they are?
Russell: *nods*
Joe: *slight smile* I'll be right back. *vanishes with a swish and a slight flash of light*
Motormaster: *is getting an explanation of the upgrades when he gets back, and looking a bit curious about them*
Joe: *cheek bulging as he hastily finishes stuffing the last of a hamburger and macaroni mixture into his mouth from a plate*
Russell: *getting tools out of subspace, before he's transforming*
Joe: *finishes eating, puts plate and fork in subspace. Then takes a full plate and another fork out of subspace, and offers them to Nightbird*
Nightbird: *Thanks Joe and moves to sit out of the way of the medic*
Joe: *takes out the stuff for the conversion, and moves over by Red Alert. Knows Skyfire will help Bumblebee with her mobility*
Red Alert: *asks Motormaster to transform and lay down, and then he's sedating her and setting to work*
Joe: *quietly handing stuff with the skill of one used to helping a medical mate*
In the lodge, a short while later....
Scarlett: *pacing about after getting chased into the lodge by Felicity and the others, is wanting to know if Susana will be alright or not*
Wanda: *laying on one of the beatup old lobby couches as she watches the girl pace* Was... um... what's his Transformer name again? Anyway. Was the boss guy freaking out about her?
Felicity: Which boss guy? *blink blink as she watches her sister pace around the lobby*
Wanda: Skylar. I can't remember his bot name.
Felicity: Ohhh, Starscream... Naw, he was just worried that she'd get hurt when that weird thing came and started fighting us...
Wanda: Weird thing? *watches Scott wander over and lay down on the other couch*
Felicity: *nods and moves to pouncesnuggle Scott* It was really pretty but moved too fast to be a bird and birds really wouldn't survive out in space, so I don't know what it was...
Scott: *little squeak, and then turns on his side and hugsnugs his sister*
Warren: *comes in, sees what his brother's doing and sighs wistfully, then goes and flops on the floor on his back*
Ben: *sleeping in the chair nearest the stairs*
Wanda: Was it a Transformer? Pandita said there was this jet around.
Felicity: Umm... I dunno... Silverbolt kinda clipped it and it went into the sun after it hit the mirror supports...
Wanda: Oh. *slight frown as she prays for whatever that was. And then she sniffs the air* I smell supper.
Alicia: *GONE*
Sabrina: *frowning after her sister goes*
Wanda: *talking on the com, then grins* Bee says she's gonna be fine. She's just shook up.
Warren: *soft snatch of Elvis*
Hamlet: *gets up, walks over, and kicks him*
Felicity: *nods* Susana doesn't like heights very much but she's usually okay when we're in a ship or something like that...
Wanda: *quietly, as she remembers* Space always feels like a long way up, especially when you're in orbit.
Felicity: *nodnod* That's part of why we asked Serenity to come with us, 'cause she's got counselor programming and that's part of why Susana was okay onboard the ship...
Wanda: But heights can't hurt you. *looks over at the younger femme*
Felicity: *small shrug as she snuggles Scott* Susana was built from a low-altitude cargo shuttle...
Sabrina: It's possible some of the old data from that operating system lingered when she was created...
Wanda: ...Cargo shuttles're afraid of heights? *blink blink blink*
Sabrina: *As she moves to situate herself on the arm of the couch her sister and brother are on* Some shuttles are programmed to not go above a certain altitude...
Wanda: Ohhhhh.
Hamlet: *migrating toward the hall and from thence to the kitchen*
Warren: *sitting up and considering if he wants to get up the rest*
Sabrina: Warren, do you want to get some dinner? *moving to offer her hand to the young man*
Warren: *blinks and looks up at her* Is Scott going? *slightly possessive of his brother, even though Scott doesn't remember him*
Felicity: *Gently nudges Scott* *Quietly* Scott, dinner?
Scott: *blinks awake* Hmm? *rubs his eyes* What is it?
Felicity: Dinner. You wanna come with Sabrina, Warren, and me and get some?
Scott: What kind of dinner? *sitting up and ready to go, his brown eyes smiling sleepily*
Sabrina: Some kind of beef dish, smells like.
Scott: *stands up and yawns* Okay.
Felicity: *on her feet and grinning* ^_^
Warren: I smell onions too. *onions are fascinating things. He pulled a couple apart when he first got into the kitchen, and then someone told him they could grow. He's got a big purple one in a yogurt container full of potting dirt now*
Felicity: Ooooo! Let's go see who's cooking!
Warren: Alright. *and off he goes*
Sabrina: *Follows after Warren, and then Felicity's hurrying after Sabrina with a "Hey! Wait for us!!!"*
Scott: *scoots after!*
Ben: *yawns, and then gets up and goes too*
In the cafeteria
Raoul: *supervising the putting out of big bowls of salad made from shredded carrots with raisins*
Bert: *amused by three boys with ponytails cooking. Is leaning against the wall in an out of the way spot so he can watch over them as per the rules. Also sipping a mug of hot chocolate*
Raoul: *back into the kitchen, checks the macaroni* This' nearly done. How's that last pan of burger?
Beau: Jes' 'bout done.
Will: *making a face at the smell of the onions and giggling as he mixes the pudding mix in a large bowl*
Raoul: *looks in Will's bowl* ...Why's it that funny colour?
Will: Mixed 'nilla int' the chocolate t' make sure there's 'nough f'r everyone.
Raoul: 0.o We got more than one bowl, man.
Will: 'Nilla's too sweet alone.
Raoul: You've ben listenin' to Major Mac. *is a vanilla man, especially cheap soft serve*
Will: *blink blink* *headshake* Tasted. Is too sweet.
Beau: *snerks*
Raoul: *gentle tug for little brother's ponytail* Yeah, whatever, kid.
Will: *Squeaks and tries to swat at Raoul* Hey!
Raoul: *grins at him and goes to get the macaroni ready. Soon has it drained and ready to toss with the ground meat*
Beau: *has the ground beef drained and ready to be mixed with the macaroni*
Raoul: *great big salad tossers to mix three great big bowls of the stuff* :D
Tracks: *pushes a wheelchair into the cafeteria, a good-natured smirk on his face as Rain hovers at his shoulder with her eyes on the man in the chair* Relax, darling. He didn't suffer any damage from your being gone. Did you, Magnus?
Magnus: *would be giving Tracks a Look if he weren't more focused on trying to stay upright under his own steam*
Denver: *clicking and talking to Dion as the little mech squeaks happily*
Tracks: *hand on his brother's shoulder in a comforting gesture* Where do you want to sit?
Magnus: Where I won't get bumped into... Sitting up's harder than I remember it being...
Tracks: *slight frown of concern, and then glances at Rain and nods over to the far corner by the patio windows, where someone's hauled an armchair* Rain, darling, do you want to go kick Javan out of that?
Rain: *grins and goes, winds up in a match against Irene*
Denver: *rolls her eyes and gently rocks Dion*
Javan: *up to try and stop the fight*
Tracks: *steers the wheelchair over and installs his brother in Javan's chair*
Irene: *sees that and starts laughing*
Javan: ... *Points at Tracks* YOU. Are one sneaky slagger.
Denver: *laughing as Dion squeaks*
Tracks: *smirking cheerfully as he folds up the wheelchair* And your point?
Javan: No point, jes' statin' a fact. *chuckles*
Magnus: 'Raj is worse... slaggin' mod...
Tracks: Yes. It's rather fun to have him without it for awhile. *smirk becoming a grin as he goes to the nearest table and pulls out a seat for Denver*
Rain: *sits on the arm of Magnus' chair, her attitude pure protective Seeker*
Denver: *snerks as she moves to sit in the seat Tracks pulled out* Yeah... 'N wit' Des bein' lahk a 'Raj-seekin' missile... *chuckle*
Dion: *Squeak squeak squeak!* n_n
Tracks: It's wonderful. *kisses Denver on the hair and then leans down and kisses Dion too*
Javan: *Snerks* Y'all are dorks.... Don' ever change. *moves to go see if he can raid the kitchen yet*
Irene: *grabs his boxers and yanks upward as he passes her*
Tracks: *sucks air through his teeth in sympathy* >_o
Javan: *Yelps!*
Denver: *Sympathy wince*
Dion: *optics wide at the yelp* *Squeaks loudly*
Irene: *looks at the sparklet with wide eyes*
Tracks: *softly, as he puts an arm around Denver's shoulders and lays the other hand on Dion's blanket* Shhhh, Dion, it's alright. Uncle Javan is alright.
Dion: *Squeak squeak squeak clickclickclickpop*
Denver: *Soothing clicks* Easeh, Dion...
Tracks: *gently strokes Dion's tiny cheekplate with his thumb, crooning softly* It's alright, darling.
Irene: *wibble*
Javan: *Doing the "Fix the wedgie" dance*
Dion: *Squeak clickclickclickpopclickclickclick*
Irene: *watches Tracks smile at Dion, and then turns blindly to Javan, seeking a hug*
Javan: *pauses mid wedgie-fixing to hug Irene*
Warren: *meanwhile is over there, trying to steer the rest of the Seekers and Aerialbots who've come in over to where he sees Rain*
Irene: *going to cry nearly silently till Javan's shoulder is soggy*
Rain: *watching this* 0.o
Javan: *Soothing murmurs as he gently rubs Irene's back*
Dion: *Squeaking about the new people until he's worn himself out doing that*
Tracks: *is not happy at having their table so filled* If you don't mind, we have people here who aren't really up to crowds.
Hamlet: *looks at him funny*
Denver: *Firmly* Git.
Sabrina: *trying to herd siblings over to a nearby table*
Warren: But Rain's here. *looks around and sees the herding*
Felicity: *Squealing softly when she sees Dion*
Tracks: *firmly* He's too little to play with yet.
Felicity: Aww...
Sabrina: *Gently as she makes her sister sit down* When he's strong enough to run around, you can ask if you can babysit, alright?
Felicity: *small nod, clearly wants nothing more than to cuddle the little sparklet*
Denver: *frowning at Warren* Dion 'n Magnus need space.
Warren: Okay. *turns and goes to the other table*
Rain: *quietly* Sorry, Denver and Tracks.
Denver: *Quietly, to Rain* Ain'cher fault, hon... *soft sigh as she gently kisses the top of Dion's head*
Rain: Is he okay?
Denver: 'E jes' wore 'imself out wit' excitement...
Dion: *sleepy little sound, is hungry, but is tired as well*
Tracks: *offers him his bottle, still crooning softly and murmuring to him*
Dion: *huhwhu-oooh, food! Drinks and shutters his optics. Will eventually fall asleep, but right now, he's eating*
Raoul: *yells from the front* Okay! Line up 'n come get it!
Irene: *didn't even respond to the food call. She's stopped crying, but now she's just holding Javan with her head on his shoulder*
almost everyone else: *lining up or telling friends orders*
Justice: *standing behind Patrick and watching all the people*
Soli: *click click click wiggle wiggle click scowl pout click wiggle*
Patrick: *Soothing clicks for Soli*
Rain: *turns to Magnus* Do you want me to get you some energon cake? Or do you feel up to the organic stuff?
Magnus: What's for dinner? *Sounds hopeful*
Rain: *listens* Macaroni with ground meat in it, and something made with carrots.
Warren: *dodging Tracks' glare to slip over to the chair and offer Magnus a bowl of pudding*
Rain: *sits up with surprise to look at it*
Magnus: *raised brow, tries to sit up a bit more*
Rain: *reaches down to help him* We should have brought some pillows.
Warren: *looks around* //Hey, Sabrina. Can you get some pillows?// *knows most of the Aerialbots are kinder than the guy Seekers, who are mostly what's here*
Sabrina: *nods from across the cafeteria, goes to get the pillows*
Rain: *nods, then frowns seriously* I'm not interested in being courted.
Warren: *blinks. Droops a bit* That's okay. He's one of ours, right?
Magnus: *confused mech is confused*
Rain: He's Denver's mate's brother. And Denver's one of us.
Warren: Right. That's what I meant. *well, he thinks it is, anyway* I put something in this to make it taste better, too.
Magnus: Huh?
Sabrina: *Back with several pillows*
Rain: *thanks Sabrina and starts gently propping Magnus up* You're family, Magnus. So we take care of you.
Magnus: Meant what Warren's talking about... What's in the pudding?
Rain: Smells like cinna. *doesn't know the full word for the organic spice, just the flavor you get in Nexus bought cookies*
Magnus: *slight perk*
Rain: But the dork forgot a spoon.
Warren: 0_o *sets down the bowl and bolts for the front*
Magnus: *Soft snerk*
Rain: You can feed yourself? *glances over to where Tracks has gone into the line to get food for Denver and himself*
Magnus: *Stubbornly* I'm gonna sure as heck try.
Rain: *chuckles, then takes the spoon that Warren brings and presents it to Magnus with a flourish*
TC: *strolls over, pushing a tray table from the med ward and looking totally innocent as he gently shoulders Warren aside and sets the bit of purloined furniture to the right height for the damaged frontliner to use it. This done, he plants himself firmly on the far side of Tracks' chair as a guard*
Storm: *joins them a moment later with food for herself, mate, and sparklet. Sits by Denver and grins at her friend as she reaches behind her to pass one plate to TC*
Magnus: *Soft chuckle, works on trying to feed himself*
Denver: *small nod to Storm as she gently rubs Dion's back, the beginnings of a smile crossing her face*
Storm: *bows her head for a moment, and then gives a piece of toast to Song* How is he?
Sky: *settles across from Denver with Sean beside her. The triplets are currently having a ball at the creche table*
Denver: 'E's gettin' stronger ev'ry day... *pauses as she hears a sound she's familiar with now, carefully removes the spout from Dion's mouth since he's stopped drinking. Then she's carefully draping a thick towel over her shoulder and gently arranging Dion so she can carefully tap his back*
Sky: I know what that means. *sympathetic expression*
Dion: *soft burp, and this time, there's very little energon that gets coughed up*
Sean: *grin*
Denver: *using the towel to gently wipe around Dion's mouth* *quietly, to Sky* Ah dunno 'f Ah'll be able t' 'andle bein' four 'ours 'way fr'm Tracks, Raoul, 'n Will... Not t' mention 'ow Dion'll react...
Sky: *brows draw together as TC politely pretends not to hear* So you're not going to stay? I thought you could have maternity leave now.
Denver: *quieter, her voice losing all traces of her accent* I made the decision.... I don't want my father trying to hurt Raoul, Will, or Dion because of Beau and myself living with Tracks... If he doesn't know where they are, he can't get them... And Beau needs to finish his high school credits... I'd rather he do so in a familiar setting... *yes, she is kicking herself over this choice, Sky, but she's doing her best to stick to her decision*
Sky: You do realize Tracks has defended himself from things a lot meaner than an old human guy, right?
Denver: *nods* But it's not Tracks I'm worried about.
Sky: Wait... you're leaving Dion and Will behind?
Denver: *lips thin for a moment* They'll be safer with Tracks...
Storm: *troubled look over Song's little head* Are you two breaking up?
Denver: *eyes wide, and then she's frantically shaking her head*
Dion: *quiet squeak*
Sky: Easy.
Denver: *doing her darndest not to break down and cry right now*
Storm: So it's not your squad that will be stationed at the farm. *her disappointment is clear*
Denver: *more headshake, is trying to keep her composure*
Storm: *checks for Tracks and finds him detained by Petra, then leans toward her friend and wraps an arm around Denver's shoulders. Soft clicks*
Sky: *under the table and in Tracks' chair. And now Denver will see the other side of Seekers. The family side where they gather around a wounded or grieving comrade and offer support*
Denver: *ducking her head a bit*
Dion: *Soft squeak as something touches his head*
Storm: *lays her head against Denver's, the gentle clicking continuing as she moves to wipe the tear from the sparklet's little head*
Sky: *hugging Denver from the other side now, her other arm around a concerned Sean*
TC: *jaw firm as he eats his supper and protects*
Rain: *has their backs*
Magnus: *acting like he's more interested in eating, is trying to give Denver some semblance of privacy*
Denver: *shoulders shake as she hiccups and tries to talk*
Dion: *More squeaks*
Sky: *rubs Denver's back, her expression holding her sympathy*
Denver: *Still trying to talk, failing miserably*
Dion: *Awake now, squeaking and clicking*
Storm: Just circu... urm, breath deeply.
Sky: *tiny smirk at sister in law's slip*
Denver: *soft snerk, and then she's reaching to rub at her eyes with her free hand*
Dion: *more insistant squeaks, wants to know what's going on!*
Sky and Storm: *watch her and offer support, but they don't talk. That's not the Seeker way*
Denver: *quietly, after taking a few moments to calm down* 'S jes'... Knowin' th't Ah won' see Tracks, Raoul, Will, 'n Dion ev'ry day... *even quieter* 't 'urts....
Storm: Of course it does. They're part of you.
Sky: *nods*
Denver: *soft sigh, gaze going to where Tracks and Petra are talking*
Storm: *looks that way too, then looks back at Denver*
Denver: *Expression soft as she watches Tracks, though there is still lingering sadness in her eyes*
Dion: *Squeak!*
Sky: ...You know, squishy or not, you're bonded.
Denver: ... *blink blink* O_O *BLUSH*
Dion: *More squeaks! Wants to see other peoples, plz Mama?*
Sky: What? It's not something bad.
Sean: *clicks softly to Dion*
Denver: *sputtering and trying to get her brain-mouth filter to cooperate*
Dion: *Squeaks and clicks at Sean*
Sean: *grins and baby clicks right back*
Sky: *pat pats Denver*
Storm: I wish I had that sync with my mate.
Denver: ... *and now she's confused*
Dion: *Happy squeaks, would be waving his arms and reaching for you if he had the strength to, Sean!*
Sean: *reaches instead, gently touching the smaller sparklet's tiny face*
Dion: *Squeaksqueaksqueaksqueak clickclickclickclickclick!*
Storm: *looking at Denver's expression* What's wrong?
Denver: Sync?
Storm: How you two work like one bot. Like you're part of each other.
Denver: ... *and she's blushing a bit now, though there is a slight hint of a smile coming to her face*
Sky: *answering smile*
Storm: And you haven't even got a spark.
Denver: ... *soft sigh*
Sky: She did for a little while. But she and Tracks didn't sparkbond.
Storm: *small smile that says "What did I say?"*
Denver: *Gives Sky a mildly amused look*
Sky: *lifts her brows, and then looks down quickly as her baby swipes Denver's*
Sean: *cuddle cuddle click*
Dion: *happy squeaks*
Denver: *facepalms and cracks up*
Sky: *sheepish grin*
Storm: *snerking*
Denver: *seems to be over her earlier upset, is quite amused at having her baby 'stolen'*
Dion: *squeaking at a rate to put Lisa to shame, lookit me Mama!*
Storm: Is he going to get too tired?
Sean: *looks up worriedly, and moves over between Denver and Sky*
Denver: 'Is tank's full, 'n 'e's got 'is booster on...
Sean: *soft clicks to Dion as he rubs the little guy's back and turns so the smaller sparklet can see Denver easily*
Sky: So he's okay?
Tracks and Petra: *deciding that Skylar gets to announce to everyone about the mirrors*
Denver: *nods* 'S long 's 'e don' get too worked up, 'e'll be alrahght.
Sean: *still with the gentle back rubbing as he leans against his mother and his human Aunty*
Sky: *suddenly looks over toward Tracks* ...They're plotting something.
Storm: *looks that way too. Snerks*
Song: *has no comment, she's busy eating*
Denver: ... *Facepalms again, earning a happy squeak from Dion*
Skylar: *giving Petra a Look and getting one in return*
Tracks: *smirk can be seen right across the room*
Rain: Yup. *sounds amused*
Denver: Jes' 's long 's noone gets slagged.
Sky: I don't think Autobots make that kind of plots.
Storm: ...True. We didn't mean to slag whatever that was that Silverbolt bounced off of.
Denver: *To Sky* Y'ur mate 'n 'is twin do.
Sky: Yeah, but their plots usually don't work, so that doesn't count.
Denver: *snerks and shakes her head*
Skylar: *Glaring daggers at Tracks and Petra, even as he moves to stand where everyone in the cafeteria can see him*
Sky: Doesn't look like a slagging.
Song: Slaggin'. *eat toast*
Skylar: *over open comms and radios* //I swear, if anyone starts singing "We are the Champions"...//
Samuel and Seamus: GET ON WITH IT!
Skylar: *glaaaaaaaaaaares at the twins* //Megatron's solar collection mirrors are gone.//
Sean: *covers Dion's audios*
cafeteria: *erupts into cheers*
Irene: *starts singing 'We Will Rock You'*
Dion: *blink blink, squeaks*
Denver: *laughing and saying things that are best left unprinted*
Sky: *great big grin*
Storm: *scooted around Denver to snog TC*
Song: *puts a handful of macaroni and meat down her daddy's shirt*
TC: *urk sound*
Denver: *laughs at that too*
Rain: *has a hug for Magnus if he wants it*
Magnus: *has a slag-eating grin on his face, will offer a hug to Rain if she wants*
Rain: *gives him the hug and a kiss on the head, is laughing. Yes, she knew because she was there and helped do it. But now it's official*
Magnus: *raising his voice as much as he can* Someone tell them I'll buy the first round of drinks!
TC: *that has his attention* Drinks?
Magnus: *nods, wincing a bit* Black Dog
TC: *big grin*
Irene: *announces that. Loudly*
Sean: *still covering Dion's audios* ^_^
Samuel and Seamus: *loud war whoops*
Mirage: *frowning at Magnus* You most certainly will not be in attendance, Magnus.
Magnus: *makes a face* I'm fine, 'Raj.
Tracks: You most certainly are not fine, Magnus. But I have the fancier wheelchair now. *gives Denver her plate of food and an apologetic kiss on the hair*
Denver: *soft chuckle, thanks Tracks, and moves to begin eating. If there's going to be drinking going on, she wants to have a full stomach so it doesn't affect her as badly*
Magnus: ...Fancier wheelchair?
Tracks: *nods toward the reclining wheelchair that Rachel had had to use at times when she was very ill*
Magnus: *Soft 'heh'* So I can keep my promise then?
Tracks: Well I'd hate to see you make a promise you couldn't keep. *smirk*
Magnus: *Razzes Tracks*
Dion: *Squeaks, hey, I can't hear anything! Squeak!*
Mirage: *Frowning muchly*
Sean: *very slightly moves his hands*
Tracks: *laughing and eating and plotting aloud to run his brother broke, though he fully intends to buy a round himself*
Dion: *Squeak clickclickclickpopclick!*
Magnus: Don't you dare, you slagger! *is laughing though*
Tracks: *cool smirk*
Denver: Alrahght, y'u two... *chuckles*
Tracks: *and now looks totally innocent*
Denver: *Doesn't buy it for an instant*
Dion: *Squeaks a bit more before he's yawning a bit*
Sky: Do you want to borrow one of my baby carriers, Denver?
Denver: *nod* Th't'd be great, Skah.
Bert: *asking Autumn if she's going to come*
Firebreak: *has Uncle Skylar!*
Skylar: *Loving on Firebreak, Ember and Hotspot* :3
Ember: *Trying to poke Hotspot in the eye*
Sky: *offers him a couple baby carriers on her way back*
Skylar: *Thanks Sky*
Sky: *smirks and then brings the last carrier to Denver. Yes, she has more carriers than she has babies that fit in them. The pattern was fun to sew*
Denver: Show me 'ow t' use th's tahp?
Sky: Tie the bottom straps around your middle. You can wear it on the front or the back.
Denver: *small nod as she moves to do so. Seems she's choosing to wear it on her front*
Dion: *Squeaks as he sneezes and then yawns again* *sleepy expression is a go*
Sean: *gently holding the little sparklet against Denver's front*
Sky: Usually their legs go out the sides on the bottom, but he's so little and curled up in his blanket that he'll fit without that. *puts the top straps over Denver's shoulders, crosses them, and ties them under Dion's butt* There.
Denver: Th'nks, Skah. *small smile as she gently rubs Dion's back and clicks to him*
Sky: *grins* You sure he'll be alright around all the people and new noises?
Denver: Ah th'nk so... 'n Ah've gotta PINpoint 'n case 'e aint...
Sky: Okay. *more grin* You have to show me some good organic drinks.
Tracks: Let's get this show on the road, people.
Denver: Good? 'R fun? *wicked grin*
Sky: ...Hey, Merlin! Can I get drunk on organic booze?
Merlin: *nods* Though I would advise against it, as the side effects are quite unpleasant...
Rodney: That's why humans invented asprin! *laughs*
Lisa: *to Rodney* You're not having another shot of Screech. That stuff made ME loopy, and you're the one who drank it!!!
Sky: I'm not afraid of processor aches. *sticks her tongue out at the scientist, then looks over at Starscream*
Skylar: *wibbling and reluctantly giving Ember to Melissa. Clearly wants to hold as many babies as he can*
Melissa: *glances around to see if anyone else is coming to claim Ember, her grip on the bitty boy showing her desire to keep him*
Ember: *Happy clicks and snuggles for Aunty Melissa*
Sky: *content to leave the triplets where they are for now, reaches for Sean's hand*
Tracks: Yesterday, people!
Raoul: *runs over to his mentor, having finished with the kitchen cleaning* What're you waiting for, old man?
Tracks: Old man??? *huffy!*
Beau: *bringing Will over*
Tracks: *scolding Raoul even as he urges everyone with a PINpoint to get people holding hands*
Magnus: *arguing with Mirage about whether or not he's going*
Tracks: *gets a mess of people connected, arm around Denver's waist, then puts his other hand on Magnus' shoulder and PINs his lot out*
Kia: *small chuckle at that, then turns to her mate*
The rest of the people going: *Are a few seconds behind in PINing out*
*Drinks are drunk, stories are told, songs are sung, and tables are danced on by a certain group of female soldiers. And everyone manages to have a good time.*
((co-written with random_xtras))