TG 'verse. Rodimus and Panacea's house. Meredronian studies.
"...Are you guys trying to get me offlined?" Rodimus looked around the whirlwind aftermath decor of the livingroom with a smirk. "Come on, kids, don't be so rough on Joe. He just got here."
"I'm alright," said a deep, gentle voice from the bottom of the pile of laughing sparklets. "But you have to subdue the bad guy."
"...You're not playing the bad guy just because you're Meredronian?"
"...No." The young Meredronian drone sat up, his arms going around Oriana 2 and the twins. "I volunteered."
"Really." Rodimus quirked a brow plate sceptically. "You asked to be jumped on and used for a trampoline?"
"They can't hurt me." Joe's golden eyes narrowed in a grin.
Rodimus blinked. "This is true. Alright then, carry on. But I never saw this mess."
"Yes, sir." There was a rumble of laughter and some giggles as he turned away and headed for his home office.
He was grinning slightly as he settled behind his desk and switched on the monitor set into the surface of it, but the grin faded a little as his thoughts went back to the visit he'd just come back from. He'd gone to see his bridge after hearing that Blazer had exhausted himself making a shell of hard light for the friend of a femme he'd met in the Nexus, and found the mech resting quietly, his recharge guarded by Oriana Pax and the white femme from the Nexus, Auspex. Oriana had quietly played hostess and Auspex had fussed, and he'd quickly left them to caring for their family member in peace.
Not like Auspex wouldn't have done the same thing herself, if she could, he thought. I know that type. She and Blazer were made from the same mold. I'm just glad Mornbein brought Joe along before Blazer needed time off. I hate to think of trying to find a sitter for the sparklets right now, and Pansy and I are... what the slag?
He frowned and read and reread the report he'd been scanning, then chuckled and fixed the confusing (and potentially embarrassing) typo.
Yeah, Springer, we know you can use your processor. It's just hard to prove it sometimes.
His mind went back to Joe and his surprise at the sight of the young other-reality native. Mornbein hadn't been joking about the local Meredronians being different from what she swore was the norm in other realities. Joe was all of twelve and a half foot tall, with the potential of reaching maybe fourteen. His face was blunt and bore three nostrils, but there was none of the squashed look that the native Meredronian faces had. And his golden eyes were wide and friendly rather than the slightly vacant slits that Rodimus had seen in holos and reality of his enemies. Instead of rough dark skin Joe was a light, burnished bronze, and his hands were nimble and quick when it came to twisting bits of flimsy into dolls for the sparklets or writing or drawing things for them. Life was an adventure to the youngster, and he tended to meet it with open arms and a laugh. But at the same time he was happiest when he had a job to do, and once given that job, was supremely dedicated to doing it. Most tellingly, Panacea obviously liked him, and treated him with the same gentle hand that she used with the sparklets.
He's got a big heart. I can't imagine being sent away from my family and home and settling in so graciously. Or sending my kid away just so a bunch of total strangers can see what Meredronian drones are really like. Perceptor and Kia better be careful when he visits their lab. He's only got three hundred years on this side, he doesn't need anybody shortening that or making it miserable.
He paused and blinked as he realized what he was thinking, then shook his head and corrected another typo that suggested that Springer had written the report while low on energy and recharge. Sheesh. I'm starting to sound like Pansy. Ah well, I guess that's better than sounding like Cyclonus.
"I'm alright," said a deep, gentle voice from the bottom of the pile of laughing sparklets. "But you have to subdue the bad guy."
"...You're not playing the bad guy just because you're Meredronian?"
"...No." The young Meredronian drone sat up, his arms going around Oriana 2 and the twins. "I volunteered."
"Really." Rodimus quirked a brow plate sceptically. "You asked to be jumped on and used for a trampoline?"
"They can't hurt me." Joe's golden eyes narrowed in a grin.
Rodimus blinked. "This is true. Alright then, carry on. But I never saw this mess."
"Yes, sir." There was a rumble of laughter and some giggles as he turned away and headed for his home office.
He was grinning slightly as he settled behind his desk and switched on the monitor set into the surface of it, but the grin faded a little as his thoughts went back to the visit he'd just come back from. He'd gone to see his bridge after hearing that Blazer had exhausted himself making a shell of hard light for the friend of a femme he'd met in the Nexus, and found the mech resting quietly, his recharge guarded by Oriana Pax and the white femme from the Nexus, Auspex. Oriana had quietly played hostess and Auspex had fussed, and he'd quickly left them to caring for their family member in peace.
Not like Auspex wouldn't have done the same thing herself, if she could, he thought. I know that type. She and Blazer were made from the same mold. I'm just glad Mornbein brought Joe along before Blazer needed time off. I hate to think of trying to find a sitter for the sparklets right now, and Pansy and I are... what the slag?
He frowned and read and reread the report he'd been scanning, then chuckled and fixed the confusing (and potentially embarrassing) typo.
Yeah, Springer, we know you can use your processor. It's just hard to prove it sometimes.
His mind went back to Joe and his surprise at the sight of the young other-reality native. Mornbein hadn't been joking about the local Meredronians being different from what she swore was the norm in other realities. Joe was all of twelve and a half foot tall, with the potential of reaching maybe fourteen. His face was blunt and bore three nostrils, but there was none of the squashed look that the native Meredronian faces had. And his golden eyes were wide and friendly rather than the slightly vacant slits that Rodimus had seen in holos and reality of his enemies. Instead of rough dark skin Joe was a light, burnished bronze, and his hands were nimble and quick when it came to twisting bits of flimsy into dolls for the sparklets or writing or drawing things for them. Life was an adventure to the youngster, and he tended to meet it with open arms and a laugh. But at the same time he was happiest when he had a job to do, and once given that job, was supremely dedicated to doing it. Most tellingly, Panacea obviously liked him, and treated him with the same gentle hand that she used with the sparklets.
He's got a big heart. I can't imagine being sent away from my family and home and settling in so graciously. Or sending my kid away just so a bunch of total strangers can see what Meredronian drones are really like. Perceptor and Kia better be careful when he visits their lab. He's only got three hundred years on this side, he doesn't need anybody shortening that or making it miserable.
He paused and blinked as he realized what he was thinking, then shook his head and corrected another typo that suggested that Springer had written the report while low on energy and recharge. Sheesh. I'm starting to sound like Pansy. Ah well, I guess that's better than sounding like Cyclonus.