Nexus. Hormah's sanctuary. Team bonding!
Rattrap: *wakes up with a groan when a quiet whimper reaches his ears. Dinobaby's tiny body trembles in his arms, and it radiates warmth. He cringes, carefully sitting up with the chibi cradled to his chest. He's not sure if the poor thing's caught a virus, or if it's simply stress from the day before, but it worries him, either way. He rubs Dinobaby's back as he slides out of bed, tensing as he catches sight of the huge spike someone's shoved through his door* What th' slaggin Inferno?!
Dinobaby: *blinks his optics open, then whimpers softly again and rests his forehead against Rattrap's chest. Other than that, there is no reply to the older bot's words*
Rattrap: *brushes a kiss to the top of the chibi's head, then looks around, cautiously approaching the strange, dangerous looking object. He shifts Dinobaby to one arm and grabs his blaster with the other, scooting closer to the door. He gets nervous when no one jumps out at him, and it's only after checking the room out once more that he focuses his attention on the spear. He pokes it with his gun, then whips around, excepting someone to attack*
Dinobaby: *unhappy sound at the sudden movements*
Rattrap: *murmurs* Sorry, kiddo... but dis is weird. Who th' slag would stick somethin' like dis in my door, den jus' leave it? *he pokes the spike again, scowling at it*
Dinobaby: Me.
Rattrap: Whaddya mean, you? Y'can't even lift it! Though dat does soun' like somethin' y'would do.
Dinobaby: *too busy trying to stop shivering to answer*
Rattrap: Hey, you cold, kid?
Dinobaby: *shaky nod*
Rattrap: Yer burnin' up, ta me. Coul'ja run a virus scan fer me quick?
Dinobaby: *face creases with weary confusion*
Rattrap: A self-diagnostic, hun. Wanna make sure y'ain't sick wit' a virus. Y'got all yer software still, don'cha?
Dinobaby: *optics shutter again* I... don't know.
Rattrap: *frowns, giving the spear one last glance before he moves to sit back on his bed* Well... I could check myself... but only if yer okay wit' me pokin' round yer systems an' all.
Dinobaby: *seems to be dozing now*
Rattrap: *sighs and grabs the blanket, wrapping Dinobaby up tight* Wish dere was somethin' more I could do fer ya, lil' guy. *he leans down, brushing a kiss over the chibi's forehead*
Dinobaby: *startles and looks up at him blearily, then frowns* Hormah... help.
Rattrap: She even home? *scoops the chibi up, heading back to the door. For a moment, he scowls at the spear that blocks the way, then he just yanks it out of his door and tosses it to the side. He can play with it more later.* Hormah? *he heads down to the main room, looking for the hybrid*
pink and white G1 femme: *looks around from where she's leaning on the wall talking with Ravage* ...You're Rattrap?
Ravage: *ears back* What is wrong with chibi, mouse?
Spazz: *doesn't look up from something on the table she's sitting at*
Rattrap: *halts in the doorway, his eyes going wide* Er... Auntie Arcee? *he squeaks, scooting back into the hallway a little* Dinobot's got a fever. I dunno if it's a virus or stress yet.
Arcee: I'm Arcee, anyway. Still trying to figure out how some versions of me got to be a great aunt. *walks over and goes to one knee as she takes a scanner out of her subspace* May I see?
Ravage: *hovering and frowny*
Rattrap: Yeah, go fer it. *steps forward so that Arcee can scan the chibi*
Arcee: *carefully runs her scanner over the tiny body* Well... I'm not finding any bad code. This looks like a shock to his systems. *frowning with concern*
Rattrap: *groans* Slaaag. I knew I shoul'nt'a let 'im come along yestaday. *gives the chibi a little hug, nuzzling his forehead* Next time Spazz an' I're out 'n 'bout, yer stayin' home wit' Ravage, like it or not.
Ravage: I do not think it was the training that did it, mouse. You upset him very much.
Arcee: *eyebrow*
Dinobaby: *just holds onto Rattrap with one small hand and makes no comment*
Rattrap: *splutters* Wha-wha-WHAT?! Y'gotta be fraggin'... Why th' PIT would a lil' bitta teasin' get 'im so worked up, it makes 'im SICK?! Dis is Dinobot, we're talkin' 'bout, yanno. He ain' dat kinna 'bot! He breaks things when he gets upset, not... dis.
Arcee: It could have been a mixture of both. *gentle hand on the chibi's little head* And he may be Dinobot, but he's also seems to have sparklet type programming. Not to mention his systems don't look very sturdy....
Dinobot: *frowny and try slightly to move away from the hand. It's cold.*
Rattrap: *mumbles* S'not like I eva' dealt wit' a sparklet before...
Arcee: *squeezes his shoulder* I have a program that will help him rest. Is it alright if I input it?
Rattrap: Ehn... *hesitates, but one look at the chibi's face helps him make his decision* Yeah, go fer it. 'Least it'll make 'im more comfortable.
Arcee: *gently touches the tab to Dinobaby's little arm where it shows through his afghan* This helps the sparklets back home when they're not feeling good. Even Windstripe.
Dinobaby: *stops his restless movements and curls up with a sigh*
Ravage: *still fretting* He needs to eat.
Rattrap: *relaxes slightly when Dinobaby curls up, then growls quietly at Ravage* Well, if yanno what ta do so much, YOU take care'a 'im! *holds the chibi out to Ravage, glowering at him*
Ravage: *starts to open his mouth to take the little guy, but then stops and puts his ears back* I cannot hold the spoon for him.
Arcee: *finds slightly large, half full sippy cup in subspace and looks at the contents* Here. Low grade with carbon and calcien.
Rattrap: *snatches the sippy cup and holds it up to Dinobaby's lips, muttering and cursing felines under his breath*
Ravage: *stalks off, offended*
Spazz: *doesn't look up as he goes by*
Arcee: *watches the little chibi drink* Did you get the present your friend left for you?
Rattrap: Present? *scowls, then perks up* What, dat huge-aft spike someone shoved t'rough my bedroom door?
Arcee: He said it was a Tyranid spear. *still watching chibi*
Dinobaby: *drinks some, then sighs and goes to sleep*
Rattrap: Was he mos'ly white wit' red eyes?
Arcee: Actually, he was mostly soot coloured. But yeah, red eyes. And a tail.
Rattrap: *snorts* Guess th' kid wasn' kiddin' when he said he did it. He coul'nt'a waited though, could he? *shakes his head and rolls his eyes*
Arcee: Waited?
Rattrap: Yeah. He jus' shoved it t'rough my door an' left. Didn't even open it up, jus' forced it t'rough. *shrugs* He gets twitchy 'round me now, dunno why.
Arcee: Huh. *slight headshake as she settles down to sit on her heels* I don't know him, so I can't tell you why. Though I can tell you he's from the same reality as Airazor and Tigatron.
Rattrap: Yeah? Wonda' what th' me from dere world s'like. *looks up at Arcee* So, y'ain't my great aunt in yer place, huh?
Arcee: *looks back seriously* The only siblings I know about are the ones I chose later in life. So unless you come from Rodimus and Panacea's kids... I don't know.
Rattrap: *coughs into one hand* Well, uh... I was created on th' Speed Planet, if dat gives ya any idea. *shrugs, looking off to the side* 'Course, different realities an' all. Coulda been a sibling y'picked up elsewhere.
Arcee: Do you know what year it was? Or your creator's names? *she frowns slightly*
Rattrap: It was before Unicron attacked... Didn't even know 'bout 'im 'till afta' he got blown an' turned inta a black hole, ta be honest. I was... twenny or so, at th' time. Jus' a kid still. I don' remembah much 'bout my creators, actually. Jus' dat dere was alotta red on 'em.
Arcee: Hmm. Our Unicron got turned into an art project, not a black hole. *thoughtful as she searches her oldest files*
Rattrap: ...An art project? Who's art project; Primus'?
Arcee: *slight smirk* Noooo. Rodimus and Springer got overcharged and ripped all the wire out of his head while it was floating around Cybertron. The Decepticons found Cyclonus the next day, the wire was wrapped around him and a pillar.
Rattrap: Oooh cheez. *facepalms* As... wow. Jus' wow. Wish I had been dere ta see dat.
Arcee: *chuckles* Roddy and Springer wish they could remember it. And the last time I talked to Cyclonus he wished he could forget it. *blinks and tilts her head slightly, then starts getting up* I have to get back.
Rattrap: Wha-what? But'cha jus' got here!
Arcee: I've been here four hours. But I can come back some time. Maybe bring kids for your little guy to play with. *grins*
Rattrap: *pouts* Jus' as long as I don't gotta watch 'em...
Arcee: *chuckle* It was nice meeting you. *glances at Spazz and then PINs away, leaving Rattrap with the silent femme and the sleeping chibi*
Rattrap: ..Right den. Spazz, you awake?
Spazz: *still intent on the datapad in front of her, to which she's linked with a thin wire from her wrist. Doesn't reply*
Rattrap: *waits a click for her to reply, then rolls his eyes* 'Course not. Cheesed off ev'ryone between last night an' dis mornin'. *grumbles and sets Dinobaby on the table and starts going through the cupboards* Jus' gotta make my own breakfast dis mornin'. Whaddya say, kid? Energon waffles an' syrup?
birds chirping outside: *only reply*
Rattrap: *spies the bowl in the cupboard* Ooooh, neva' mind! Let us see what Hormah's left fer us dis wonda'ful day. *waggles his fingers, then snatches the bowl up and slides over to the table, plopping down* Hmm... ain't waffles, but I don't gotta make nothin'. *shrugs and begins shoveling energon and calcien mush into his mouth*
Spazz: *optics track something on her datapad, which shows a very difficult battle training sim. A bowl of mush like Rattrap's rests unnoticed at her elbow*
Rattrap: *omnomnoms his mush, then scoops up Dinobaby and walks over to Spazz's side. He glances at the pad, then shrugs and goes back to the hallway, heading down to the rec room*
Dinobaby: *makes little fretful sounds as he's moved, and then goes wide-eyed as the lights flicker and a staticky squeal of pain comes from behind them*
Rattrap: *yelps and quickly presses himself against the wall, his blaster in his hand. He sheilds the chibi as best he can with his body, eyes darting around, looking for any attackers* What th' PIT?!
*Muted boom as someone blows up the Nexus sign, and then a clatter as Spazz hits the floor in the main room. The lights flicker again as the power surges.*
Ravage: *coming out of Hormah's room, his ears back with dismay*
Rattrap: *flicks his gun towards Ravage, then lowers it with a sigh of relief* You see what's goin' on, pussy cat?
Ravage: Not yet. But I am going to look. See to Spazz! *bounds past and out*
Dinobaby: *too tired to cry, but he's kinda trying*
Rattrap: *gives Dinobaby a squeeze and makes his way down the hall carefully, still watching for intruders. At the end of the hallway, he darts towards Spazz and kneels at her side, nudging her with his blaster* Hey, you okay?
Spazz: *shudders and reboots, then blinks blankly* Ouch....
Rattrap: Someone's attackin' th' Nexus. Ravage is out checkin' it out.
Spazz: *tries to move a hand to roll over, her movements slightly jerky* Can't attack... AV field. *over, and then working on pushing herself up*
datapad: *fried and smoking*
Rattrap: *snorts* Tell dat ta th' explosion dat knocked out th' power.
Spazz: *pauses and eyes a thin trickle of smoke that comes from her elbow joint, then shoves herself to her feet and looks around slowly*
Rattrap: Y'okay, Spazz? *eyes her elbow* I cin knock off a quick fix a' dat, if y'need it.
Spazz: *gives him an uncertain look, then decides that she doesn't need him any more peeved at her than he was already the last time they talked* I'll be okay. *standing very still now because her joints have just locked*
Dinobaby: *sneezes at smoke and hides his nose*
Rattrap: *glances down at the sneeze, chewing on his lip. Looking up at Spazz, he groans and facepalms* Y'can't move, cin ya?
Spazz: *crackly now* I'll... be... alright. *over she goes. Good thing these floors are sturdy*
Dinobaby: *startles at the noise*
Ravage: *in and out to grab tools, muttering about Hormah's choices of power source*
Rattrap: Yeah, fine she says... What's the situation, Ravage? *sets Dinobaby down and pulls his visor down, doing a superficial scan of Spazz's circuits*
Ravage: Hormah was borrowing power from the sign, and someone has just blown it up. *out he goes*
Spazz: *trying hard to keep from making hurt sounds, but her circuits are low grade fried on top of the slight beating they took last night when she DDR'd till she couldn't walk straight*
Rattrap: ...Th' Pit didja DO ta yerself, Spazz, fer Primus' sake! *mutters to himself and shakes his head* Ya will be fine, sure, but only afta' y'get some rest. An' not jus' a cycle or two, I'm thinkin' more a whole day!
Spazz: *manages to shutter her optics as she cusses herself out*
Rattrap: *sighs and rubs a hand over his face* Spazz... I'm gonna ask ya a question, an' yer gonna tell me th' truth, an' not jus' what'chu think I wanna hear.
Spazz: //What?//
Rattrap: Does dis gotta do wit' me not lettin' ya in my room last night?
Spazz: *slightly confused expression* //This?//
Rattrap: Yeah dis. Ain't caused by jus' th' datapad fryin' out on ya. Yer circuits are fried. Not th' worst I eva' seen, but worse den dey should be.
Spazz: //...I suppose my... spark junk... might have caused some extra wear while I was DDRing. But you said to do it!// *and she had, till she couldn't*
Rattrap: Dat doesn't mean ya do it 'till ya break down! Don'cha know anythin' 'bout taken care a' yerself, or do I got TWO sparklets I gotta keep track 'a?
Spazz: //I was trying to focus. And I only did an hour's worth. Then I went to the sim.//
Rattrap: So ya been at th' sim all night?
Spazz: //Yeah.//
Rattrap: *sighs* Okay. *rubs the bridge of his nose* Okay. First of all... D'you unda'stand why I don't want'cha in my room?
Spazz: //It bugs you.// *she guesses*
Rattrap: 'Cuz it scares me. *glares at her, daring her to laugh*
Spazz: *just looks at him*
Rattrap: *straightens his shoulders out a little, crossing his arms over his chest* No comment?
Spazz: //I wasn't training to get back at you.//
Rattrap: No, I know. But I don' want'cha exertin' yerself like dis again. Tanight, when I go ta bed, y'ain't comin' wit' me. Y'don't sleep or recharge or whateva', dat's fine. Keep yerself occupied, but don' ova' do it.
Spazz: //The only other thing I can think of doing is shut off my emotion routines.//
Rattrap: Dere's th' karaoke machine, video games, cartoons, th' Nexus itself....
Spazz: //The first ones don't have people in them.// *sudden worried expression* //Did I mess up starting the mission?//
Rattrap: *shrugs* Tch, yer askin' me? I don't know what's goin' beyond findin' dis Diehard Prime. I dunno where we're even s'pposed ta start lookin'. Could prolly consult th' Nexus... *strokes his chin thoughtfully*
Spazz: //I thought we were just in the training stages. Um... do you think anybody on the Earth there would know anything about him?//
Rattrap: *arches an eyebrow* An' I thought y'were an adult. What kinna trainin' yet d'ya need? An' I'd need ta know more 'bout dere world ta know. If dere's any dat've had Transformer contact, yeah, dey might, but if dere ain't, well...
Spazz: //I am an adult. But I never learned about PINpoints till we trained with them. And Sewercons don't do combat, so this was my first training there too. And I know about that kind of reality, too. It's the same tech as my reality.// *twitches and shutters her optics*
Rattrap: *grunts* How old're ya?
Spazz: //Five years. And I passed the drone stage four years ago. We don't do sparklets in my reality.//
Rattrap: *cringes* Oh Primus... I'm breakin' in a newblet.
Spazz: *manages a very good dirty look despite not being able to move*
Rattrap: Yeah yeah, glare all y'want, it won't change nothin'. Not even th' fact dat th' brat would be betta' ta have along fer back up den you. An' sims ain't gonna help, neitha'.
Spazz: *shutters optics* //Okay. I'll leave as soon as I can move. I'm sorry for wasting your time.//
Rattrap: Did I SAY you could leave?
Spazz: *voice!* You said I'm useless. Liedherz knows other people.
Rattrap: I said y'had no experience. Y'need ta learn howta lissen betta', kiddo. *smirks, rolling his eyes* Soon as ya cin move widdout shortin', I'm callin' up Dinobot, an' we're goin' 'borg huntin'. *grins wickedly*
lights: *on!*
Ravage: *coming in* No. You are not.
Rattrap: What? Why not?
Ravage: Because Dinobot and Hormah are nearly too small for that job. There are too many creatures in that hive. *heads down the hall to put the tools away*
Rattrap: *splutters and swears at Ravage, most of the words far too colorful to repeat. There might've been some foul things said about his mother too*
Spazz: *snerks, and then whirs to a stop as she slips into stasis lock*
Rattrap: *groans and facepalms* Oh slaaaag. Primus, kill me now. Jus' kill me now.
((Co-written with slaggin_preds))
Dinobaby: *blinks his optics open, then whimpers softly again and rests his forehead against Rattrap's chest. Other than that, there is no reply to the older bot's words*
Rattrap: *brushes a kiss to the top of the chibi's head, then looks around, cautiously approaching the strange, dangerous looking object. He shifts Dinobaby to one arm and grabs his blaster with the other, scooting closer to the door. He gets nervous when no one jumps out at him, and it's only after checking the room out once more that he focuses his attention on the spear. He pokes it with his gun, then whips around, excepting someone to attack*
Dinobaby: *unhappy sound at the sudden movements*
Rattrap: *murmurs* Sorry, kiddo... but dis is weird. Who th' slag would stick somethin' like dis in my door, den jus' leave it? *he pokes the spike again, scowling at it*
Dinobaby: Me.
Rattrap: Whaddya mean, you? Y'can't even lift it! Though dat does soun' like somethin' y'would do.
Dinobaby: *too busy trying to stop shivering to answer*
Rattrap: Hey, you cold, kid?
Dinobaby: *shaky nod*
Rattrap: Yer burnin' up, ta me. Coul'ja run a virus scan fer me quick?
Dinobaby: *face creases with weary confusion*
Rattrap: A self-diagnostic, hun. Wanna make sure y'ain't sick wit' a virus. Y'got all yer software still, don'cha?
Dinobaby: *optics shutter again* I... don't know.
Rattrap: *frowns, giving the spear one last glance before he moves to sit back on his bed* Well... I could check myself... but only if yer okay wit' me pokin' round yer systems an' all.
Dinobaby: *seems to be dozing now*
Rattrap: *sighs and grabs the blanket, wrapping Dinobaby up tight* Wish dere was somethin' more I could do fer ya, lil' guy. *he leans down, brushing a kiss over the chibi's forehead*
Dinobaby: *startles and looks up at him blearily, then frowns* Hormah... help.
Rattrap: She even home? *scoops the chibi up, heading back to the door. For a moment, he scowls at the spear that blocks the way, then he just yanks it out of his door and tosses it to the side. He can play with it more later.* Hormah? *he heads down to the main room, looking for the hybrid*
pink and white G1 femme: *looks around from where she's leaning on the wall talking with Ravage* ...You're Rattrap?
Ravage: *ears back* What is wrong with chibi, mouse?
Spazz: *doesn't look up from something on the table she's sitting at*
Rattrap: *halts in the doorway, his eyes going wide* Er... Auntie Arcee? *he squeaks, scooting back into the hallway a little* Dinobot's got a fever. I dunno if it's a virus or stress yet.
Arcee: I'm Arcee, anyway. Still trying to figure out how some versions of me got to be a great aunt. *walks over and goes to one knee as she takes a scanner out of her subspace* May I see?
Ravage: *hovering and frowny*
Rattrap: Yeah, go fer it. *steps forward so that Arcee can scan the chibi*
Arcee: *carefully runs her scanner over the tiny body* Well... I'm not finding any bad code. This looks like a shock to his systems. *frowning with concern*
Rattrap: *groans* Slaaag. I knew I shoul'nt'a let 'im come along yestaday. *gives the chibi a little hug, nuzzling his forehead* Next time Spazz an' I're out 'n 'bout, yer stayin' home wit' Ravage, like it or not.
Ravage: I do not think it was the training that did it, mouse. You upset him very much.
Arcee: *eyebrow*
Dinobaby: *just holds onto Rattrap with one small hand and makes no comment*
Rattrap: *splutters* Wha-wha-WHAT?! Y'gotta be fraggin'... Why th' PIT would a lil' bitta teasin' get 'im so worked up, it makes 'im SICK?! Dis is Dinobot, we're talkin' 'bout, yanno. He ain' dat kinna 'bot! He breaks things when he gets upset, not... dis.
Arcee: It could have been a mixture of both. *gentle hand on the chibi's little head* And he may be Dinobot, but he's also seems to have sparklet type programming. Not to mention his systems don't look very sturdy....
Dinobot: *frowny and try slightly to move away from the hand. It's cold.*
Rattrap: *mumbles* S'not like I eva' dealt wit' a sparklet before...
Arcee: *squeezes his shoulder* I have a program that will help him rest. Is it alright if I input it?
Rattrap: Ehn... *hesitates, but one look at the chibi's face helps him make his decision* Yeah, go fer it. 'Least it'll make 'im more comfortable.
Arcee: *gently touches the tab to Dinobaby's little arm where it shows through his afghan* This helps the sparklets back home when they're not feeling good. Even Windstripe.
Dinobaby: *stops his restless movements and curls up with a sigh*
Ravage: *still fretting* He needs to eat.
Rattrap: *relaxes slightly when Dinobaby curls up, then growls quietly at Ravage* Well, if yanno what ta do so much, YOU take care'a 'im! *holds the chibi out to Ravage, glowering at him*
Ravage: *starts to open his mouth to take the little guy, but then stops and puts his ears back* I cannot hold the spoon for him.
Arcee: *finds slightly large, half full sippy cup in subspace and looks at the contents* Here. Low grade with carbon and calcien.
Rattrap: *snatches the sippy cup and holds it up to Dinobaby's lips, muttering and cursing felines under his breath*
Ravage: *stalks off, offended*
Spazz: *doesn't look up as he goes by*
Arcee: *watches the little chibi drink* Did you get the present your friend left for you?
Rattrap: Present? *scowls, then perks up* What, dat huge-aft spike someone shoved t'rough my bedroom door?
Arcee: He said it was a Tyranid spear. *still watching chibi*
Dinobaby: *drinks some, then sighs and goes to sleep*
Rattrap: Was he mos'ly white wit' red eyes?
Arcee: Actually, he was mostly soot coloured. But yeah, red eyes. And a tail.
Rattrap: *snorts* Guess th' kid wasn' kiddin' when he said he did it. He coul'nt'a waited though, could he? *shakes his head and rolls his eyes*
Arcee: Waited?
Rattrap: Yeah. He jus' shoved it t'rough my door an' left. Didn't even open it up, jus' forced it t'rough. *shrugs* He gets twitchy 'round me now, dunno why.
Arcee: Huh. *slight headshake as she settles down to sit on her heels* I don't know him, so I can't tell you why. Though I can tell you he's from the same reality as Airazor and Tigatron.
Rattrap: Yeah? Wonda' what th' me from dere world s'like. *looks up at Arcee* So, y'ain't my great aunt in yer place, huh?
Arcee: *looks back seriously* The only siblings I know about are the ones I chose later in life. So unless you come from Rodimus and Panacea's kids... I don't know.
Rattrap: *coughs into one hand* Well, uh... I was created on th' Speed Planet, if dat gives ya any idea. *shrugs, looking off to the side* 'Course, different realities an' all. Coulda been a sibling y'picked up elsewhere.
Arcee: Do you know what year it was? Or your creator's names? *she frowns slightly*
Rattrap: It was before Unicron attacked... Didn't even know 'bout 'im 'till afta' he got blown an' turned inta a black hole, ta be honest. I was... twenny or so, at th' time. Jus' a kid still. I don' remembah much 'bout my creators, actually. Jus' dat dere was alotta red on 'em.
Arcee: Hmm. Our Unicron got turned into an art project, not a black hole. *thoughtful as she searches her oldest files*
Rattrap: ...An art project? Who's art project; Primus'?
Arcee: *slight smirk* Noooo. Rodimus and Springer got overcharged and ripped all the wire out of his head while it was floating around Cybertron. The Decepticons found Cyclonus the next day, the wire was wrapped around him and a pillar.
Rattrap: Oooh cheez. *facepalms* As... wow. Jus' wow. Wish I had been dere ta see dat.
Arcee: *chuckles* Roddy and Springer wish they could remember it. And the last time I talked to Cyclonus he wished he could forget it. *blinks and tilts her head slightly, then starts getting up* I have to get back.
Rattrap: Wha-what? But'cha jus' got here!
Arcee: I've been here four hours. But I can come back some time. Maybe bring kids for your little guy to play with. *grins*
Rattrap: *pouts* Jus' as long as I don't gotta watch 'em...
Arcee: *chuckle* It was nice meeting you. *glances at Spazz and then PINs away, leaving Rattrap with the silent femme and the sleeping chibi*
Rattrap: ..Right den. Spazz, you awake?
Spazz: *still intent on the datapad in front of her, to which she's linked with a thin wire from her wrist. Doesn't reply*
Rattrap: *waits a click for her to reply, then rolls his eyes* 'Course not. Cheesed off ev'ryone between last night an' dis mornin'. *grumbles and sets Dinobaby on the table and starts going through the cupboards* Jus' gotta make my own breakfast dis mornin'. Whaddya say, kid? Energon waffles an' syrup?
birds chirping outside: *only reply*
Rattrap: *spies the bowl in the cupboard* Ooooh, neva' mind! Let us see what Hormah's left fer us dis wonda'ful day. *waggles his fingers, then snatches the bowl up and slides over to the table, plopping down* Hmm... ain't waffles, but I don't gotta make nothin'. *shrugs and begins shoveling energon and calcien mush into his mouth*
Spazz: *optics track something on her datapad, which shows a very difficult battle training sim. A bowl of mush like Rattrap's rests unnoticed at her elbow*
Rattrap: *omnomnoms his mush, then scoops up Dinobaby and walks over to Spazz's side. He glances at the pad, then shrugs and goes back to the hallway, heading down to the rec room*
Dinobaby: *makes little fretful sounds as he's moved, and then goes wide-eyed as the lights flicker and a staticky squeal of pain comes from behind them*
Rattrap: *yelps and quickly presses himself against the wall, his blaster in his hand. He sheilds the chibi as best he can with his body, eyes darting around, looking for any attackers* What th' PIT?!
*Muted boom as someone blows up the Nexus sign, and then a clatter as Spazz hits the floor in the main room. The lights flicker again as the power surges.*
Ravage: *coming out of Hormah's room, his ears back with dismay*
Rattrap: *flicks his gun towards Ravage, then lowers it with a sigh of relief* You see what's goin' on, pussy cat?
Ravage: Not yet. But I am going to look. See to Spazz! *bounds past and out*
Dinobaby: *too tired to cry, but he's kinda trying*
Rattrap: *gives Dinobaby a squeeze and makes his way down the hall carefully, still watching for intruders. At the end of the hallway, he darts towards Spazz and kneels at her side, nudging her with his blaster* Hey, you okay?
Spazz: *shudders and reboots, then blinks blankly* Ouch....
Rattrap: Someone's attackin' th' Nexus. Ravage is out checkin' it out.
Spazz: *tries to move a hand to roll over, her movements slightly jerky* Can't attack... AV field. *over, and then working on pushing herself up*
datapad: *fried and smoking*
Rattrap: *snorts* Tell dat ta th' explosion dat knocked out th' power.
Spazz: *pauses and eyes a thin trickle of smoke that comes from her elbow joint, then shoves herself to her feet and looks around slowly*
Rattrap: Y'okay, Spazz? *eyes her elbow* I cin knock off a quick fix a' dat, if y'need it.
Spazz: *gives him an uncertain look, then decides that she doesn't need him any more peeved at her than he was already the last time they talked* I'll be okay. *standing very still now because her joints have just locked*
Dinobaby: *sneezes at smoke and hides his nose*
Rattrap: *glances down at the sneeze, chewing on his lip. Looking up at Spazz, he groans and facepalms* Y'can't move, cin ya?
Spazz: *crackly now* I'll... be... alright. *over she goes. Good thing these floors are sturdy*
Dinobaby: *startles at the noise*
Ravage: *in and out to grab tools, muttering about Hormah's choices of power source*
Rattrap: Yeah, fine she says... What's the situation, Ravage? *sets Dinobaby down and pulls his visor down, doing a superficial scan of Spazz's circuits*
Ravage: Hormah was borrowing power from the sign, and someone has just blown it up. *out he goes*
Spazz: *trying hard to keep from making hurt sounds, but her circuits are low grade fried on top of the slight beating they took last night when she DDR'd till she couldn't walk straight*
Rattrap: ...Th' Pit didja DO ta yerself, Spazz, fer Primus' sake! *mutters to himself and shakes his head* Ya will be fine, sure, but only afta' y'get some rest. An' not jus' a cycle or two, I'm thinkin' more a whole day!
Spazz: *manages to shutter her optics as she cusses herself out*
Rattrap: *sighs and rubs a hand over his face* Spazz... I'm gonna ask ya a question, an' yer gonna tell me th' truth, an' not jus' what'chu think I wanna hear.
Spazz: //What?//
Rattrap: Does dis gotta do wit' me not lettin' ya in my room last night?
Spazz: *slightly confused expression* //This?//
Rattrap: Yeah dis. Ain't caused by jus' th' datapad fryin' out on ya. Yer circuits are fried. Not th' worst I eva' seen, but worse den dey should be.
Spazz: //...I suppose my... spark junk... might have caused some extra wear while I was DDRing. But you said to do it!// *and she had, till she couldn't*
Rattrap: Dat doesn't mean ya do it 'till ya break down! Don'cha know anythin' 'bout taken care a' yerself, or do I got TWO sparklets I gotta keep track 'a?
Spazz: //I was trying to focus. And I only did an hour's worth. Then I went to the sim.//
Rattrap: So ya been at th' sim all night?
Spazz: //Yeah.//
Rattrap: *sighs* Okay. *rubs the bridge of his nose* Okay. First of all... D'you unda'stand why I don't want'cha in my room?
Spazz: //It bugs you.// *she guesses*
Rattrap: 'Cuz it scares me. *glares at her, daring her to laugh*
Spazz: *just looks at him*
Rattrap: *straightens his shoulders out a little, crossing his arms over his chest* No comment?
Spazz: //I wasn't training to get back at you.//
Rattrap: No, I know. But I don' want'cha exertin' yerself like dis again. Tanight, when I go ta bed, y'ain't comin' wit' me. Y'don't sleep or recharge or whateva', dat's fine. Keep yerself occupied, but don' ova' do it.
Spazz: //The only other thing I can think of doing is shut off my emotion routines.//
Rattrap: Dere's th' karaoke machine, video games, cartoons, th' Nexus itself....
Spazz: //The first ones don't have people in them.// *sudden worried expression* //Did I mess up starting the mission?//
Rattrap: *shrugs* Tch, yer askin' me? I don't know what's goin' beyond findin' dis Diehard Prime. I dunno where we're even s'pposed ta start lookin'. Could prolly consult th' Nexus... *strokes his chin thoughtfully*
Spazz: //I thought we were just in the training stages. Um... do you think anybody on the Earth there would know anything about him?//
Rattrap: *arches an eyebrow* An' I thought y'were an adult. What kinna trainin' yet d'ya need? An' I'd need ta know more 'bout dere world ta know. If dere's any dat've had Transformer contact, yeah, dey might, but if dere ain't, well...
Spazz: //I am an adult. But I never learned about PINpoints till we trained with them. And Sewercons don't do combat, so this was my first training there too. And I know about that kind of reality, too. It's the same tech as my reality.// *twitches and shutters her optics*
Rattrap: *grunts* How old're ya?
Spazz: //Five years. And I passed the drone stage four years ago. We don't do sparklets in my reality.//
Rattrap: *cringes* Oh Primus... I'm breakin' in a newblet.
Spazz: *manages a very good dirty look despite not being able to move*
Rattrap: Yeah yeah, glare all y'want, it won't change nothin'. Not even th' fact dat th' brat would be betta' ta have along fer back up den you. An' sims ain't gonna help, neitha'.
Spazz: *shutters optics* //Okay. I'll leave as soon as I can move. I'm sorry for wasting your time.//
Rattrap: Did I SAY you could leave?
Spazz: *voice!* You said I'm useless. Liedherz knows other people.
Rattrap: I said y'had no experience. Y'need ta learn howta lissen betta', kiddo. *smirks, rolling his eyes* Soon as ya cin move widdout shortin', I'm callin' up Dinobot, an' we're goin' 'borg huntin'. *grins wickedly*
lights: *on!*
Ravage: *coming in* No. You are not.
Rattrap: What? Why not?
Ravage: Because Dinobot and Hormah are nearly too small for that job. There are too many creatures in that hive. *heads down the hall to put the tools away*
Rattrap: *splutters and swears at Ravage, most of the words far too colorful to repeat. There might've been some foul things said about his mother too*
Spazz: *snerks, and then whirs to a stop as she slips into stasis lock*
Rattrap: *groans and facepalms* Oh slaaaag. Primus, kill me now. Jus' kill me now.
((Co-written with slaggin_preds))