Nexus; Near the Sign; Dreadnought gets fixed
Wheeljack: *walks close to the Nexus sign* ...should be heading back by now.
Acorna: *sitting on his shoulder and obviously directing him where to go* But 'Jack, I can feel someone needs our help nearby
Dreadnought: *once more laying on his shell and growling deeply at the creepy feeling that the Starscream's ghost is putting in his circuits*
Acorna: *turns head to look for source of growling* There.
Dreadnought: *ears perk as the feeling winks out, then shudders and puts his chin down on his paw with a rumble*
Acorna: It's... ah ha! *points to Dreadnought* There
Wheeljack: *looks at the cat on the "dead body"* You sure?
Acorna: Yes
Dreadnought: *lonely, wistful... suddenly very TO'd kitty*
Acorna: *frowns, the starts projecting feelings of calm*
Dreadnought: *suddenly standing and growling as he looks around*
Acorna: *slides/jumps off 'Jack's shoulder and walks slowly towards Dreadnought* *still projecting calmness*
Dreadnought: *eyeing her* If you're doing that, stop it. I have programming that detects it, and I don't like being attacked. *suspicious, yes*
Acorna: *Puts her hands up* Don't worry. I'm not attacking you.
Wheeljack: *crosses arms and takes a step forward*
Dreadnought: *tail twitching, then looks at Wheeljack and sits down* Just let me feel what I feel. *one ear flicks toward the safe house and the wistful creeps out through the anger*
Acorna: *tilts head to the side, as though listening, and then gives a knowing smile* You're angry, but there's something else there, isn't there?
Dreadnought: *gives her a wary look* Forgive my french, but who the slag are you, anyway?
Wheeljack: Hey, watch the language around the lady!
Dreadnought: *blank look... he knew you didn't swear around kids, but... is this guy trying to add rules?*
Acorna: *shakes her head* I was raised by miners, 'Jack. It's not like I haven't heard that sort of language before
Wheeljack: *huffs*
Dreadnought: *blank cat look is go as he waits for an answer to his question or an explanation for the feelings thing. Also unknowingly sends a warning to Gen and Psych to stay away.*
Acorna: *sighs and smiles* I'm sorry if I frightened you. My people are empathic and telepathic. I was trying to help you calm down, but you picked up on it
Dreadnought: Yeah, I've had bad experiences with that kind of thing. *looking up at Wheeljack again. Yeah, he recognizes him*
Acorna: *smiles and dips her horn* I'm Acorna, and this is my friend Wheeljack. We're, ah, 'wayward' travelers, of sorts
Dreadnought: Dreadnought... Jazz's kid. And there's a lot of those around here.
Wheeljack: *vocal indicators flicker as he sputters* Jazz?!
Dreadnought: *cool look* You have a problem with that?
Wheeljack: No, but! It's Jazz! Since when did he settle down enough to have kids?
Dreadnought: *low growl and a slightly sad feeling* He never got to. My 'mother' took off just before the war started. I went along in her spark case.
Wheeljack: Slag...
Acorna: I'm so sorry to hear that. *decides not to call 'Jack out on the "fine" language*
Dreadnought: *shrugs and looks away... and Acorna can't feel what he's feeling*
Acorna: Dreadnought...
Dreadnought: *looks at her* Yeah?
Acorna: Before, it felt as though you needed some help
Dreadnought: *looks down at what he's sitting on* Yeah... I have some Stunticons that need destroying. It would work better with my own shell.
Acorna: Perhaps we can be of some assistance
Dreadnought: That depends.... *looks up at Wheeljack* You better at working on processors than the guy I know? Because I don't wanna be another freaking Grimlock.
Wheeljack: *defensive creator is defensive* And just what's wrong with Grimlock's processors?
Dreadnought: Well, Ratchet says they either need to downsize the guy, or change his name to Friendly Fire.
Wheeljack: We were working with limited supplies
Dreadnought: I know, I watched. *distracted by something over /there/* But I don't need programming anyway. My processor got EMP'd.
Wheeljack: Oh, well that shouldn't be a problem. Mind if I take a look?
Dreadnought: *doesn't move* Go hard.
Wheeljack: *moves closer and makes a 'shoo'ing motion with his hands* Scootch.
Dreadnought: *growls at him*
Wheeljack: *slightly wary, but used to have to deal with Ratchet, so it's not as intimidating as it should be* I can't work with you on top of... you. So move off, please.
Dreadnought: This part's not broken.
Wheeljack: *sighs* Fine, but if I need you to move later on, please do so
Dreadnought: *watching an animated Andalite discussion over there*
Wheeljack: *gets to work*
Acorna: *watches 'Jack for a few seconds before walking to stand next to Dreadnought*
Dreadnought: *glances at her enigmatically, still shut down tighter than a prison after a riot*
Acorna: *knows he wanted something else, but won't push it* *yet*
Dreadnought: *long, considering look*
Acorna: *returns his look, smiles, and looks off in the distance wistfully* *misses her family, she does*
Dreadnought: *pretends to ignore her... but gives her an 'accidental' head bump*
Acorna: *reaches up and rubs his muzzle*
Dreadnought: *tilts head... no, the ears, woman, the ears*
Acorna: *complies*
Wheeljack: *looks up, shakes his head, and gets back to work, muttering to himself*
Dreadnought: *starts that thunderous purring*
Wheeljack: *puts up with the purr-vibrations down the shell for a while, but eventually looks up* Hey, if you're going to keep that up, you'll need to get off
Dreadnought: *gives him the stink eye, but does so*
Wheeljack: Thank you
Acorna: *waits for Dreadnought to get settled before starting up again with the ear rubs*
Dreadnought: *watchful watchful... relaxing now but still watchful. Accidentally projects about ear rubs toward the safe house*
Acorna: *tilts her head as she feels the thought shift* What was that?
Dreadnought: *grumbles and puts his blanker back up* Nothing.
Acorna: It didn't feel like nothing
Dreadnought: It's mine, okay?
Acorna: *gives him a motherly look*
Dreadnought: *has never gotten one of those, and isn't sure what she's trying to convey. Looks back blankly.*
Acorna: Is it anything you want to talk about?
Dreadnought: *blink* With a complete stranger?
Dreadnought: No
Acorna: *closes her eyes and looks down* I understand, but you might want to talk about it with somebody.
Dreadnought: *blinks blankly* Uhh, what are you talking about? *confused kitty is confused*
Acorna: It's never good to keep your emotions bottled up inside.
Dreadnought: 0_o Buh? You trying to get me to drop the blanker so you can get into my head?
Acorna: No. I'm just offering my help
Dreadnought: You don't even know me.
Acorna: And why should that stop me from helping you? My fathers, Uncle Hafiz, and dear Mr. Li didn't know me at first when they helped me
Dreadnought: I bet they didn't try messing with your head, either.
Acorna: No, but Uncle Hafiz did try to make me a part of collection of rare items
Dreadnought: *earflick* Nice
Acorna: Of course, everyone thought I was the only one of my kind back then
Dreadnought: *looking over his shoulder at what Wheeljack's doing* That hadta suck.
Acorna: *shrugs* I was young. I didn't understand what was going on at the time
Dreadnought: I thought organics were sparked wanting to be with their own kind.
Acorna: It's... complicated. My fathers found me in a life-support pod, lightyears away from where my homeworld turned out to be
Dreadnought: *sits up a little straighter* Wait... when you say young, do you mean hand sized and squeaky?
Acorna: Mm, when I was found. I was a bit older when I first met Uncle Hafiz.
Dreadnought: *attention wanders again, though the blanker stays locked* Okay, I understand the not understanding now.... *watches his brains being disassembled without even flinching*
Wheeljack: *tinker tinker test tinker*
Dreadnought: I already know none of that's salvageable.
Wheeljack: Yeah, but this processor design's familiar. I can make you a new one, easy
Dreadnought: How about those backup nodes? That's not Cybertronian.
Wheeljack: Yeah. I'm not sure if I can fix that. Do you need them?
Dreadnought: Not to process. That's the remote connection to my drone. I need it.
Wheeljack: Remote, huh? I think I can help work on that
Dreadnought: Doesn't your Prime have somethin' like that? *coughs out two round things* Here, put these behind my optic sockets.
Wheeljack and Acorna: *make 0_0 faces at the coughing*
Dreadnought: What?
Wheeljack: *in a distracted voice* Yeah, with Roller. Uh, what're those for?
Dreadnought: To keep emps outta my processor till I can replace the visor.
Wheeljack: Huh. Good idea. Will do, kiddo
Dreadnought: *growls at the 'kiddo'*
Wheeljack: *ignores*
Dreadnought: *watches for a moment, and then looks at that dried out puddle of mech fluid over by the coordinate scanner dispenser*
Acorna: What is it?
Dreadnought: *shrug* Somebody died there. But her boss forbid it, and she's hanging around.
Acorna: What? But if she died, she should move on
Dreadnought: *shrug* Starscream never was the clearest pixel on the monitor.
Acorna: *frowns* That's not a nice thing to say about someone
Dreadnought: It's true.
Acorna: *gives him a disapproving look but says nothing*
Dreadnought: Ask him. *glances at Wheeljack, and then resumes watching the tinkering process*
Wheeljack: *doesn't even look up* Ask me about what?
Dreadnought: Starscream's crazier than a Junkion on high grade.
Wheeljack: *nods* Yeah, he's glitched
Dreadnought: *to Acorna* See?
Acorna: That doesn't mean you should speak about a person like that behind their back
Dreadnought: *tail twitch* *doesn't understand and so pretends he didn't hear*
Acorna: *sighs and shakes her head* Is there anything we can do for Starscream?
Dreadnought: I don't slagging know.
Acorna: Have you tried talking to her?
Dreadnought: No
Acorna: How come?
Dreadnought: *funny look*
Acorna: *returns look*
*suddenly there is a feeling of Not Right in the air all around them, and the big feline mech shudders and growls*
Dreadnought: Slag, she's back.
Wheeljack: *pauses and shutters*
Acorna: *shudders, but tries to talk telepathically* -Hello?-
Dreadnought: *growling vehemently... and thus drowning out any possible reply*
Starscream: *musing over the puddle and didn't realize anyone was talking to her*
Acorna: *decides to try again* -Hello? Starscream?-
Dreadnought: *abruptly curses and jumps over his shell to get away from whatevertheslag just touched him*
Wheeljack: Hey, watch it!
Acorna: -Starscream?-
Starscream: *invisible, she looks toward the sound of her name and sees the woman looking toward her. She tries to reply, her voice nearly too faint to hear even with Acorna's senses.* Yes?
Dreadnought: *growl growl growl groooooooowwwwl*
Wheeljack: *looks around nervously* Acorna, what're you doing?
Acorna: *holds up a hand to 'shoosh' him* -Hello. My name is Acorna.-
Starscream: *invisible still. Stares at that large angry cat... and vanishes*
Dreadnought: *blinks* Murr?
Acorna: She's... gone.
Dreadnought: Yeah. *scanning*
Wheeljack: Huh. Weird. *gets back to work*
Dreadnought: *growls and shakes. Then realizes what he did and grumbles curses in a strange language*
Wheeljack: Language, kid.
Acorna: ... You don't even know what he said.
Wheeljack: Yeah but I know that tone. You don't work with Ratchet for as long as I have and not know when somebody's cussing.
Dreadnought: *growls at him too, for good measure. Then flops down with his cheek on his shell to watch what's going on, his tail twitching irritably.*
Acorna: *has figured out the secret of the ear rubs*
Wheeljack: *continues working*
Dreadnought: *growl.... ^_^ thunder purr*
Acorna: *grins at the happy feelings she's picking up* *grins so wide she's baring her teeth*
Dreadnought: *doesn't notice that, but suddenly his happy bombing turns a little wistful*
Acorna: *notices the change but doesn't stop with the ear rubs*
Dreadnought: *perks an ear toward her* You're still trying to get me to talk, aren't you?
Acorna: *quirks an eyebrow* Aren't you a suspicious one?
Dreadnought: *brow ridge back at her* I'm here today, aren't I? *and suspicion, and deep wariness is suddenly there for her to see plainly. He's done it on purpose*
Wheeljack: *snorts*
Acorna: *pupils narrow slightly* True.
Dreadnought: Well let's just say it's not because I was waiting for someone else to watch my back.
*he's not bragging when he says it. Only stating fact*
Wheeljack: Of course not. If the 'Cons aren't fighting the Autobots, then they're stabbing each other in the back.
Dreadnought: *growls at him, then looks back to Acorna* Why is it so important to you to see into my processor anyway? I don't know anybody who wants me dead, yet.
Acorna: Like I said earlier, you seem to be holding a lot inside. It isn't healthy. And my people, we're empathic. Healers. I'd like to help you, but if you don't want me to, I won't push you.
Dreadnought: *looks at her blankly* Isn't healthy.... *wondering if she's nutter*
Acorna: If you neglect your emotional and mental health long enough, it starts to affect your physical health as well.
Dreadnought: I'm not neglecting anything. *confused and bemused Dreadnought is go. Still not sure she's sane... and yes, this isn't shielded*
Acorna: *bemused smile at the sanity questioning, but doesn't mention it* At least, that's how it is with organics
Wheeljack: *grunts* I think Ratchet would concur
Dreadnought: *rumbles slightly and shrugs* I've been alone most of my life. But you don't need to worry, there are people watching my back now.
Acorna: Oh?
Dreadnought: Jazz, Prime, Prime's son.... and some of the others.
Wheeljack: Prime's what?!
Dreadnought: *amusement* Prime's son. Diehard.
Wheeljack: o.O
Acorna: Your... Prime doesn't have a son?
Dreadnought: I take it yours hasn't created anybody, or got anybody from the Allspark.
Wheeljack: *still in shock* Not... exactly, no. *slowly turns to continue working on Dread's processor* *blinks* *turns back to Dreadnought* Allspark?
Dreadnought: The thing most sparks come from? *thinks* Vector Sigma
Wheeljack: The Allspark is your Vector Sigma?
Dreadnought: *shrugs* Sparks came from it. It was pretty good for repairing bots, too, I hear.
Wheeljack: Don't know about the repairin' bit. That's what the doctors and medics are for. *is still getting used to a lot of the alternate reality thing*
Dreadnought: Megatron messed up Bumblebee's voice synthesizer, and Ratchet couldn't fix it. But she ran into the Allspark when they finally found it on Earth, and it got her talking again.
Wheeljack: *stares at Dreadnought* Okay, there's about ten things wrong with that sentence. *mutters to self* Now I know how Prowl feels when his logic centers lock up...
Dreadnought: Of course everybody still thought Bumblebee was a mech at the time.
Wheeljack: But... he is a mech... *distress!*
Acorna: Dreadnought, I think you're about to fry something in him. *is concerned*
Dreadnought: Ours isn't. She was even pretty. *perks ears at Wheeljack. Wasn't mocking*
Wheeljack: *just sloooooowly turns back to work on Dread's processors*
Acorna: 'Jack? Are you all right?
Wheeljack: Yeah. I'm just gonna work on this until I wake up from my coma
Dreadnought: *is about to say something else, but something suddenly flashes into sight. There's a glimpse of something tiny and yellow, and then Dreadnought pounces and picks it up in his mouth before the others have had a chance to really see what it is.*
Acorna and Wheeljack: *both start at the sudden movement*
Acorna: What was that?
Dreadnought: *Shaking with overwhelming protective instinct and dismay*
Bumblebee: *radiating gleeful found you and happiness* Squeak!
Acorna: *steps closer* Is that...?
Dreadnought: *love and protective anger* -MINE-
Wheeljack: *bristles*
Acorna: *takes a step back with her hands up* I won't hurt it. Don't worry.
Dreadnought: *looks warily up at Wheeljack, but then gently sets his baby sister down and bumps her softly with his nose*
Bumblebee: *squeaks and giggles and flails with glee to see him. found you found you found you found you yayyy! love love love!*
Acorna: *mama-melts at the baby* Aww...
Wheeljack: That's 'Bee?!
Dreadnought: *nuzzles the tiny chibi again, his deep voice soft* Yeah. That's Bumblebee.
Bumblebee: *hears the aww and waves ^_^*
Wheeljack: But... that's just a sparkling!
Acorna: *smiles and waves back*
Dreadnought: *tenses as Bumblebee pushes up and toddles over to the nice lady* Somethin' changed her when she and Sam were caught in an explosion.
Acorna: *crouches down to greet Bee* Hey there.
Wheeljack: And she became a sparkling?
Dreadnought: Yeah. She was like that when I found them. Sam was all banged up, but trying to protect her.
Bee: *huggleglomp love love, drops the PINpoint she wasn't supposed to have anyway*
Wheeljack: What happened?
Acorna: *hugs back, but is careful about the moving mechanical parts* *recognizes the PIN and nudges it away with her foot*
Dreadnought: *shrugs and rumbles before grabbing the PINpoint and swallowing it* I don't know. I wasn't there for the fight. My processor was too slagged up yet for me to think straight. Everyone thought they were dead. But I came here to hunt, and found them out in a wild place.
Bumblebee: *wants picked*
Acorna: *does indeed pick up Bee and bounces her lightly*
Wheeljack: Huh. Is Sam okay? *tinkers while he talks*
Dreadnought: *glances over* Don't shake her too hard, she'll purge. *his affection and concern for that tiny scrap of metal and spark is very clear. He sees no harm in letting her see it... it might even be a determent for her to try something bad. Turns back to Wheeljack* He just came out of a coma. They'll be starting something called therapy soon.
Bumblebee: *hands full of hair* ooooooo 0_0
Acorna: *nuzzles Bee* She's about the same developmental age as my Khorii...
Wheeljack: Coma? For how long? *tinker tinker*
Dreadnought: Since the explosion. *watching Bee and Acorna* Over a month, I think.
Bee: ^_^ *kissies*
Wheeljack: Frag. That's a long time. Do they know if there's any permanent damage?
Acorna: *returns kissies* *tickles lightly*
Bumblebee: *wriggles and giggles and squeaks. Also accidentally pulls hair*
Dreadnought: *low voice* They don't know yet. But they think there is. And his one arm's shot.
*guess what. He's decided you two are fairly alright*
Acorna: *carefully takes her hair back* *is totally focused on ze baby*
Wheeljack: He's only got one arm? *mental gears start to turn* I can probably make him a prosthetic.
Dreadnought: It's there. It just doesn't work.
Bee: *lets go, going :o with curiosity*
Dreadnought: Remember, we have a Wheeljack, too.
Acorna: *tickle tickle*
Wheeljack: And two's all the better
Bumblebee: *much flailings and happy squeaky giggles* ^_^
Dreadnought: .... slag, that's a scary thought.
Wheeljack: Hey! *looks offended*
Dreadnought: I've seen what happens when two Ratchets get together here in the Nexus. It's bad enough. *amused*
Bumblebee: *lubricates on Acorna*
Dreadnought: 0_0 whoops.
Wheeljack: Two Ratchets? Now there's a scary thought.
Acorna: *is surprised by the lubrication* Oh! It's all right. It's not like my daughter hasn't done the same.
Dreadnought: *totally distracted by what Acorna's just said* Little squishies do that too?
Bumblebee: 0_0
Acorna: Oh yes. Frequently. *sets Bee carefully on the ground to see if she needs cleaning*
Bumblebee: *will run away!*
Dreadnought: *grabs her again. Mouthful of bittyBee*
Acorna: Thanks. *pulls a hanky out of her pocket* May I?
Dreadnought: *eye ridge quirk* Hrrrm?
Acorna: *waves the hanky lightly* To wipe her off.
Dreadnought: 0_o o_0 *sets Bumble down and watches her try to crawl away*
Acorna: *catches Bee and lays her down on her back* Oh, no you don't
Bumblebee: *isn't really messy. But her tank cover's open. Flails happily, totally unbothered by being caught*
Acorna: *gives a quick wipe just to make sure, then closes her tank* And there we go. *puts the hanky away and picks up Bee* Feeling better?
Bumblebee: *squeak, wave, wiggle, giggle*
Dreadnought: *gives 'his' baby a soft look*
Acorna: *smiles, then starts dancing around with babyBee*
Wheeljack: *tinker tinker tinker... * And I think I'm about done
*aand there's another PINpoint flash, but this one doesn't even make Dreadnought look around*
Jazz: Bumble... there ya are! *staggers slightly as he leans on his bum hip the wrong way* And Dready.
Dreadnought: *looks very innocent*
Jazz: *seems to puff a little and then lights into his son vehemently*
Bumblebee: 0_0 *clings to Acorna*
Acorna: *aaaaaaand dances a few steps away from Jazz*
Wheeljack: *just watches, amazed*
Dreadnought: *actually cringing just a little as he sparks with shame for worrying his creator*
Jazz: *notices this and stops to put a hand on his head.* Slaggit, kid. I was worried.
Wheeljack: ... Jazz?
Jazz: *looks up. Blinks, then chuckles* Hey, 'Jack. I was kinda wonderin' how you'd look in that tech. What're you doin' here?
Wheeljack: *optics still 0_0* Came by to get a new PINpoint and we kept on getting sidetracked.
Jazz: *goes to say something, but then notices Dreadnought's shell and freezes*
Dreadnought: It's fixed.
Wheeljack: Yep! All we gotta do is test it
Jazz: Yeah? How you gonna do that? *still a bit unsettled looking, and Acorna will be able to feel the sediments of grief*
Bumblebee: *burp* 0_0
Wheeljack: *scratches his helm* Not sure...
Acorna: *pats Bee's back*
Dreadnought: *walks over and tries a mental command* *there is a shifting and movement of metal, a changing of forms... and a fifty foot form drops unsteadily to one knee and looks at his hands through a mirrored visor*
Jazz: :o
Bee: *waving!*
Wheeljack: Fascinatin'...
Acorna: Oh my...
Dreadnought: *PAIN* Slag.... *keels over*
Bumblebee: *scared and crying*
Jazz: Dready! *hurries forward*
Wheeljack: *grabs onto one of Dreadnought's arms* Easy there
Acorna: *"shh"s and comforts Bee*
Jazz: *hand on his son as Dreadnought straightens out slightly without rising* Dready?
Dreadnought: *pained voice* Formatting... trying to....
Bumblebee: *has the hair again* 0_0
Wheeljack: ... *baps Dreadnought lightly on the back of the head; if it doesn’t work at first, hit it*
Dreadnought: *large hand comes out and grabs Wheeljack by the head* ...Don't...... Slaggit
Jazz: *just tense and watching*
Acorna: *turns slightly so Bee won't be able to see*
Bee: *holding the hair and snugglehiding*
Dreadnought: *gradually lets go of Wheeljack* ....go home now.... *thoughts going confused and painful as they did during the first transfer.... no, Gen, stay away..... hurts..... Jazz? Ow......*
Jazz: *looks to Wheeljack for an opinion*
Wheeljack: If the differences in our tech... You should get him back to your Ratchet.
Acorna: *says nothing, but tries to sooth some of the pain*
Dreadnought: *starts shaking, and in his confusion calls to Gen instead of warning her away*
Jazz: *nods and puts his crutches on his arm to reach for Bumblebee, who is firmly attached to Acorna's hair*
Acorna: *carefully pries Bee's hands off her hair*
Gen: *in the Safe House; ear twitch, and heads out to see what's going on*
Bumblebee: *whimpers and grabs it back, just scared baby all the way through*
Jazz: *softly trying to wheedle her away, but distracted by his concern for Dreadnought and conveying that concern so that the little one can see it*
Dreadnought: *low sound of pain*
Acorna: *nuzzles Bee with her horn, conveying that it'll be okay*
Bumblebee: *still crying*
Dreadnought: *hears it distantly* 'Bee.....
Gen: *in distance* Mrow?
Dreadnought: *focuses on the link with her and holds onto it for the comfort it brings. His awareness is fading, his processor a swirl of confusion*
Jazz: *glances at him and then toward the mrow before reaching down and gently taking Bumblebee into his hand* Try again, Miss.
Acorna: *smiles* *again removes her hair from Bee's grip* I'm Acorna.
Gen: *oh hay, pplz she knows!* Mrooow! *hiii!*
Jazz: *distractedly as he croons to his 'baby girl' and holds her close* Pleased ta meetcha.... *looks up* Gen?
Dreadnought: *pained sound*
Gen: *walks past Jazz to check out the new person that smells familiar* Mrow? *tail swish*
Dreadnought: Gen.... *manages to send love to her*
Gen: Meow! *recognizes her name* *headbumps his foot for ear skitches*
Dreadnought: *reaches for her, but then offlines and goes still*
Jazz: *now posessed of a Bumblebee, sighs when he sees Gen* You wanna come with us? I left Psych at my place.
Gen: *headtilts* Mrow?
Acorna: *looks at Dreadnought, concerned* Will he be all right?
Jazz: Ratchet'll know. *looks up at Wheeljack and then back to the unicorn woman* Thanks, guys. I better get this bunch back home.
Acorna: All right.
Wheeljack: Sorry he's... *he makes a small waving gesture to the unconscious Dreadnought*
Jazz: He was like that when he first switched, too. *frees a hand from bittyBee to pat Wheeljack* Don't worry 'bout it, man.
Wheeljack: All right. *places a hand on Jazz's shoulder* Take good care of 'em.
Jazz: *quiet and a little gruff* I do my best. Primus does the rest. *makes sure he's touching Dreadnought, who's touching Gen, and then hits the PIN button* *a flash and a slight swish, and the four of them are gone*
Wheeljack: *looks at the spot Jazz in the others left before turning to Acorna* Come on. We should be getting back.