TriVerse, Cybertron and the Autobot Base, More Beginnings
Optimus: *sitting in the main room of the temporary base on Cybertron and studying a datapad that one of the Councilors gave to him* 0_0 ...They want me to say what? Who writes this stuff?
Jazz: *is a snerk from where she's draped over the back of the couch watching a holovid with Sari and Bumblebee*
Bumblebee: The very smartest bots on Cybertron. So it makes no sense at all. :D
Jazz: *noogies the yellow one* Perceptor don't write speeches, man.
Chandelle: *Lounging with her peds propped against the arm of the chair she was in.* Ah doubt Perceptor be writin' in nuthin but bin'ry *She commented wryly, visor half-lit as she peered over at the blue and red mech.*
Showtime: *From where she's standing near the wall* Do you want it revised, sir?
Optimus: What revised? *slightly smirking scowl as he hits the delete button*
Bumblebee: *blinks* Bossbot, are you feeling okay?
Ratchet: *comes in just then, arguing fiercely with Ironhide all the way*
Showtime: *Startles badly when Ratchet and Ironhide enter the room*
Ironhide: Ah still think ye'r wrong. *Scowling*
Optimus: *face in hands* The sooner we get back to Earth, the better.
Chandelle: *Leans back against the arm of the chair, looking at the two noisy mechs from the upside down position with a smirk.* Aww, what'sa matta Capn'? *She asked in a teasing tone* Th' ol sawstruts bein mean to ya?
Ratchet: Maybe I'll remember to make a note of that. *smirking dismissively, but then scowls at Chandelle before he frowns when he sees his commander* Optimus?
Optimus: *drops the datapad and stands up* *quietly* Pack your things. *even more quietly* We're going home.
Bulkhead: *looks up with alarm* But what about the plan with me 'n Sari 'n Arcee stayin' behind?
Optimus: *goes over and pats his friend's shoulder, then gently touches Sari on the head* Make sure you call, alright?
Showtime: *slipping off to get what few belongings she has*
Ironhide: ... Huh? *Confused, but he'll go get his things packed up*
Chandelle: *Rolls off of the chair onto her peds and heads out to get her things.*
Sari: *serious* We will. Try to relax, okay, Big Guy?
Optimus: *small smile, and then he's going to get his own things packed together*
Later, on the Orion
Sentinel: *on the main screen* We're not opening the space bridge till YOU return the Magnus hammer! How am I supposed be sworn in as Magnus without the hammer!?
Bumblebee: Well, see. You could always use a spoon. :D
Ratchet: *pauses in his attempt to glare a hole in Setinel's forehead to give Bumblebee a o.0?*
Ironhide: *Boggling at Bumblebee*
Showtime: *coughs to hide her snicker*
Chandelle: *Hides her smile behind a servo, visor flashing dimly in amusement.*
Sentinel: *opening his mouth to roar... only to be replaced on the screen by Alpha Trion and Botanica*
A3: Have a good trip, Optimus. And be careful.
Optimus: *blinks at the unexpected smiling faces* I... will, sir. Thank you.
Botanica: Keep the hammer safe till our true Magnus can carry it again. *smiles* And don't worry about Sentinel. We'll find something for him to do.
Ratchet: *pleased grumble*
Ironhide: *brain-broken look*
Showtime: *slight wing flutter that gives away just how amused she is*
Chandelle: *Is somewhat composed again, allowing her servo to drop once more, though a smirk is still on her face.*
Optimus: * a little brain broken looking himself* Thank you.
Omega Supreme: Warp gate opening, Ratchet.
Optimus: *watches the screen go blank, and then settles in his seat* Set coordinates for Detroit, on Earth.
Ironhide: *moving to do his assigned tasks for the trip*
Showtime: *relaxing a bit, is looking forward to returning to Earth... Even if it's not the Earth she remembers.*
Chandelle: *Has never been to Earth, but has heard all sorts of things from the team, so her interest is piqued.*
Jazz: *grinning widely as she watches through the viewscreen. Lets blast with a little of her favorite human music as they pass through the gate, imagining the shock on the faces of the gate controllers and Councilors back on Cybertron as they hear that last farewell message*
Optimus: >_o Jazz....
Bumblebee: *rocks out* :D
Ironhide: O.o;; Okay then....
Showtime: *settles down for the trip, amusement clear on her face and in the angle of her doorwings*
Chandelle: *Taps her digits against the console in time with the music, enjoying the beat.*
Jazz: Sorry, O. P. *big grin, but then startles as Bumblebee meeps and sits up*
Bumblebee: Two incoming. They look kinda Seeker size.
Optimus: *sits up* Put them on the viewscreen.
Bumblebee: *does so, but then groans* It's just those dorky twins.
Showtime: ... :\ *confused*
Ironhide: ... Why're they followin' us?
Chandelle: *Tilts her head with a flick of her audiofins.* Yeah... dey always wit Sentinel, right? *Frowns in mild confusion, watching the twins on the viewscreen and wondering what they were up to.*
Showtime: *watching the view screen uneasily, doorwings almost parallel with the floor*
Optimus: *sternly* Jetfire, Jetstorm, return to Cybertron. I will not allow the Magnus hammer to pass out of my protection.
Jetstorm: //We are not coming to be taking back the Magnus Hammer.//
Jetfire: //We are coming to join the crew that is being cool instead of drool!//
Optimus: ...o.0
Jazz: *Snerk*
Bumblebee: *brb, snigger fit*
Chandelle: *Ducks down behind her console so noone would see her nearly choking with silent laughter*
Showtime: *watching the screen uneasily, since she has no idea who the two fliers are*
Ironhide: ... Can they do that?
Optimus: *trying to think of a diplomatic way to send the twins back. Glances at Jazz for help*
Jazz: *Getting on the comms now* //C'n you cats do me a favor 'n keep tabs on Sentinel Prime?//
Ratchet: *Looks from the viewscreen to Jazz with an approving grin.*
Jetstorm: //...Tabs on Sentinel Prime? I do not think he is running Firefox.//
Jetfire: *bashes brother aside* //Yes! We will do this tabbing! I am having a whole bunch of little yellow tabs!//
Chandelle: *Slides out of her seat with a stifled squeal at that response, struggling not to lose it completely.*
Bumblebee: *choking himself to keep quiet*
Showtime: *doorwings UP*
Ironhide: ... Yellow tabs? *looks to Optimus for clarification*
Jazz: //Jes' keep 'n optic on him 'n let us know 'f he does any funny business, okay?//
Jetstorm: //Yes, sir, not a sir Jazz!// *little jerk like he's trying to salute in jet mode and then turns and zooms back the way he came from*
Jetfire: *yelling at him to wait, because they can't start without his tabs!*
Ratchet: *Rolls his optics at the twins.* Let's hope they can keep tabs on their own processors first...
Showtime: *Facepalming*
Ironhide: ...*Snerks and shakes his head* Those two're somethin' else...
Chandelle: *Pulls herself back into her seat after a moment, once she's certain she's gotten her giggles under control*
Ratchet: Well, good to see someone's amused by this... *Oldmangrumblings... rassafrassin turbo-revvin' young punks...*
Optimus: *intakes deeply* *to Ironhide* I'll explain later. Now let's get back to Earth.
That evening, at the plant...
Showtime: *Flashes her lights* *Quietly as she slows to a stop just outside the front door* Seems a bit weird....
Bumblebee: ...Yeah. No Prowl. *subdued. Hangs his head after he transforms*
Ironhide: *transforming and looking around curiously*
Chandelle: *Transforms just outside... but is reluctant to go into the rickety looking building.* Looks like one good gust'a wind'll knock dat t'ing down...
Jazz: *Amused chuckle as she transforms* Looks c'n be deceiving....
Ratchet: *Hrmphs* It survived Bulkhead. It ain't gonna be fallin' down anytime soon.
Optimus: *also transforms, then sighs* It's safe, Chandelle. You and Ironhide are welcome to use any of the rooms on the second or third floor of the dorm wing. But the big room with the tree growing through it is off limits.
Bumblebee: *wibble* *sad little bot is sad*
Showtime: *small frown, but understands the ruling. It took a bit of explaining to catch her up with everything, after all...*
Ironhide: Yessir.
Chandelle: Sure thing, Cap'n... *Heard about what happened so can guess why that room is off limits.*
Ratchet: *Grumbles under his breath, but with conserably less ire than before.*
Optimus: *leads the way inside, a comforting hand on Bumblebee's shoulder till the little bot scoots away to disappear into the hall that leads to the private quarters, then turns slowly and scans the main room. Thinks that it doesn't look as dusty as he expected it to* :\
Showtime: *Doorwings fluttering as she looks around*
Ratchet: *Walks in after him, and after a worried look to Bumblebee he goes to check the condition of his medilab.*
Chandelle: *Glances around quietly, the light of her visor dimmed slightly.*
Optimus: Go on, bots. You're dismissed. Showtime... will you stay a few clicks?
Jazz: *going to go and put her belongings in the room she stayed in the last time she was on Earth*
Showtime: Yessir.
Ironhide: *heads off to find a room*
Chandelle: *Gives a loose salute before heading off to find her way to the third floor, hoping to find a room higher up. Seeker instincts die hard after all.*
Optimus: *watches them all go, and then turns a little blindly toward Showtime. Prime needs a hug, Show. Do you have one?*
Showtime: *moves to wordlessly offer a bit of close contact*
Optimus: *pulls the blue femme close, his intakes wheezing slightly* *quietly* I didn't realize how hard it was going to be to look at this place again.
Showtime: *soothing sounds as she gently rubs his back*
Optimus: *more wheezing as he tries not to cry* Bulkhead and Sari being gone... makes it worse.
Showtime: *gently* Everything will be alright... I know it's gonna hurt for a little while...
Optimus: *hides his face on her helmet and intakes deeply* I'm glad you're here.
Showtime: *quietly, doorwings fluttering just a bit* I'm glad you brought me here...
Optimus: *just holds her close and circulates the peace she's starting to bring more and more with each day he knows her*
Upstairs
Chandelle: *Pauses as she reaches the top of the stairs, considering her options before heading to the room farthest from the stairs. She likes her peace when recharging, and the best way to get that is to pick a room away from general foot traffic. Reaching out she gently pushes the door open and steps in, wings twitching slightly.*
Blitzwing: *had heard and seen the new arrivals. And then he'd traced the servo steps approaching his room and slipped behind the door as the intruder opened it. Springs now, one arm pinning theirs skillfully as his other hand slaps over the winged femme's mouth*
Chandelle: *Jerks back in an attempt to avoid being trapped like that, however she hadn't been expecting ambush here, and finds herself held fast. Struggling furiously she hooks a ped around behind her attacker's knee and pulls forward. If she gets them at least off balance, she might be able to get loose*
Blitzwing: *wrenches himself back and twists slightly to bang the femme's wing lightly against the wall* *softly* Neh eh. None of zat now.
Chandelle: *Winces as her wing hits the wall, armor flaring as she jerks in the strange mech's grip. She knows she doen't have much chance of getting loose, given their size difference. She doesn't seem inclined to behave though, jerking an arm back to try and drive her elbow into his side.*
Blitzwing: *scowls and silently drives his finger into a sensitive area between armor plates*
Chandelle: *jerks and gives an outraged screech, trying to pull away from that painful jab*
Blitzwing: *makes sure that screech is muffled and tries again with the jab, seeking for the wire which if broken will knock a bot out*
Ironhide: *heard the scuffling and stamping around, comes tearing up the stairs*
Chandelle: *This time she can't stop him rupturing that wire, and as if someone flicked a switch the femme goes limp in his grip.*
Blitzwing: *lowers her gently to the floor, but then stiffens as the red bot runs into sight. It's too late to flee, he knows, so the old warrior stands his ground*
Ironhide: *Startled by the sight of a strange mech who looks eerily like one of the mechs that was brought into custody recently* Who're you?!
Blitzwing: My name ist Blitzving. Tell it to Primus vhen you see him. *leans down, about to let loose with cannons, but then freezes* ...Your badge ist red.
Ironhide: *boggling a bit, even as he gets ready to activate his special ability*
Optimus: *running up from below after hearing the shout*
Showtime: *Following on Optimus' heels*
Ratchet: *Is hurrying up after the others to find out just what all the racket is about*
Jazz: *hurrying to see what's going down, Bumblebee hot on her heels*
Optimus: *slips past Ironhide and stops short* Blitzwing???
Blitzwing: *blinking* Optimus Magnus....
Optimus: ...Your badge is red.
Blitzwing: ...As is yours. *standing slowly, the brow ridge over his monocle lifting*
Showtime: *Small frown, moves to get a closer look*
Bumblebee: *hiding now kthnxby*
Ratchet: *Exasperatedly* I thought we brought this three-way wreck in already!
Blitzwing: *brow ridge goes higher* Who are you calling a vreck, Ratchet?
Ratchet: *Fumes*
Showtime: ... I've seen a badge like this before....
Ironhide: *confused look to Showtime*
Optimus: *looks at Showtime* *quietly* In the Nexus?
Jazz: *visor flickers for a moment at the mention of the Nexus*
Showtime: *nods* *quietly* The dishwasher at the Black Dog, Galvatron, has one identical to it....
Optimus: *hand on Ratchet's shoulder to hold the old medic back* *to Showtime* What does it mean?
Ratchet: *Grumbles irritably but will heed that silent request for restraint from Optimus* Hmph.
Showtime: In most realities with red Decepticon badges... it's usually the Autobots who are bad news... but not always... Galvatron's reality is at peace....
Optimus: *blink blink blink* Peace?
Blitzwing: ...Yes. Very bad news. *watching these strangers curiously and comparing them to bots he knows*
Showtime: *to Blitzwing* In this reality your counterpart, and his compatriots, are enemies of peace... *before she can stop herself* As they were in my reality...
Ironhide: ... *Giving Showtime a confused look*
Chandelle: *Lets out a soft dazed sound that sounds more than a little suspicious of this fact, visor flickering dimly with irritation as she finds herself unable to move*
Blitzwing: *straightens, his lone blue optic going to Showtime* So you haf also made a strange journey.
Showtime: *nods* *A bit louder, so Chandelle can hear her as well* My reality had a connection with the Nexus for a very brief time... And shortly afterwards, my reality ceased to be...
Ironhide: *is looking just a bit lost now*
Ratchet: So. Are we gonna be fighting, or can I take care of our teammate there? *is a grumpy thing!*
Blitzwing: *eyes the medic, but then backs away to over by the windows* Do not let me stop you....
Optimus: *quietly, to Ironhide* I'll explain later. *realizes he says this a lot to the red bot*
Ratchet: Tch. *Won't waste any time in moving to kneel by Chandelle and get to work*
Showtime: *considering look, then she's digging through her subspace and moving past Ratchet and Chandelle to offer Blitzwing a CinnaSeeker*
Bumblebee: *suddenly has an intense begging puppy look on his face as he catches scent of the cookie*
Ironhide: *Blinkblink, attention on the blue femme*
Jazz: ... *Knows that scent, attention is fully on Showtime now*
Optimus: *softly, and with a bit of weary humor* Down, Jazz.
Chandelle: ...What's that sm--YEOWCH!
Ratchet: Stop yer squirming or I'm riveting you to the floor!
Blitzwing: *can't contain a small snerk, though he's keeping a wary optic on the blue femme as she approaches*
Showtime: *digs through subspace and gets a few more cookies out for her new teammates* *to Blitzwing* Here... *holds the CinnaSeeker out*
Blitzwing: ...Vhat is it?
Bumblebee: Grab it before she changes her mind! *claps hands over mouth and hides behind Optimus*
Showtime: Compressed energon and minerals.
Jazz: 'N good eats...
Ratchet: *Grudgingly* ...Seems a bit easier to carry around than oil rations too...
Blitzwing: *still watching Showtime* ...Forgive my variness, but after you.
Showtime: *nods* Understandable... *having a bite of one of the cookies*
Ratchet: *Finally able to get in at that wire and get it repaired.*
Chandelle: *Pushes herself to sit, still feeling a little wobbly.*
Blitzwing: *watches the blue femme, and also how that little yellow bot that nearly looks like Bumblebee is dancing* Fair enough. *takes the bitten cookie and tastes it, feeling his systems kick into their normal running level at the introduction of fuel and repair minerals. A little beep lets him know just how hungry he is*
Showtime: *Sharing cookies with the rest of her team*
Bumblebee: *has nooo class at all as he opens his mouth and drools before attacking his cookie*
Optimus: *face. Palm.*
Chandelle: *Glowering at Blitzwing she pulls herself to her feet with Ratchet's help.*
Ratchet: *Offering the flyer femme his arm when she gets up.* Bumblebee... What are you? A newspark? *Exasperated medic is exasperated!*
Jazz: *Snerk*
Bumblebee: *BRB. Nomming. Izza Cookiemonster*
Blitzwing: *watching this Bumblebee with a bit of wonder*
Showtime: *Doorwings up, slightly mischevious look on her face. Here, Ratchet. Have a cookie.*
Ratchet: What're you--!! *Find himself with a mouth full of cookie.*
Chandelle: *Snickers at the look on the old medic's face* So where's mah cookie 'den? *Mock pouts*
Jazz: *sly grin* You gotta kiss 'Bee first.
Bumblebee: Huh? *looks up* Whutnow?
Chandelle: *Grins wickedly.* Oh 'Bee.... *Calls sweetly, moving closer to the yellow 'Bot.*
Bumblebee: *deer in headlights look as he edges away from her* ...Yeah?
Jazz: *Trying not to snicker at her teammate's panicked look*
Showtime: *moving to share cookies with Optimus, doorwings up with amusement*
Ratchet: *Will not laugh... will not laugh... *
Chandelle: C'mere sweetness... Ah got somethin for ya... *Following 'Bee as he edges away*
Bumblebee: *edges away a little faster* W... what kinda something? 'C... cause I already got a cookie.
Optimus: *palm on face and shaking head*
Showtime: *Okay. It's time to feed the Prime. Shoves a cookie at Optimus' mouth*
Optimus: Mrrph! 0_0
Jazz: *About loses her composure at that*
Chandelle: 'Sa surprise, Sug'... *Is having far too much fun messing with Bumblebee.*
Bumblebee: *optics enormous by now. Suddenly whirls and is gone in a streak of yellow. Yes, he just engaged his turboboosters in the plant*
Jazz: *now doing floor time and laughing hard enough to rattle armor*
Chandelle: *Has to lean against the wall to keep herself standing because she's laughing too hard.*
Showtime: *Soooo ignoring the derps now, kthx*
Ironhide: ... *has no idea what just happened*
Ratchet: *Grumbles about having another chat with 'Bee about those boosters... is not smirking, nope, not this'un*
Optimus: *doesn't realize that he just put an arm around Showtime's shoulders in front of everyone*
Jazz: *Visor flickers as she notices this*
Showtime: *leaning against Optimus a bit*
Chandelle: *Wonders if she's going to bust something laughing like this.*
Ratchet: *seems to read Chandelle's mind* Anyone busts anything, I'm gonna bust yer heads.
Blitzwing: .... *thinks these bots are all insane*
Optimus: *sighs* Do you come in peace, Blitzwing?
Blitzwing: *frowns at him* I have no slagging idea how I come. But if you mean vill I cause trouble for your people? Nein, I vill not.
Optimus: Alright, then. You can stay here for now.
Blitzwing: ...Danke. For now.
Jazz: *chuckles and shakes her head, before her attention returns to Showtime and Optimus*
Showtime: *a bit oblivious to the studious look the white femme is giving her, snuggles a bit closer to Optimus*
Ironhide: *Frowns, wondering if he missed something*
Chandelle: *Eyes the winged mech with suspicion, her own wings twitching in minor agitation.*
Ratchet: *Vents a soft sigh, nodding.* Jes try not to get inta any more fights.
Blitzwing: *gives the old medic an amused look* Who vas fighting? Among my people zat vas a pleasant little flirting session.
Optimus: *facepalms and hugs Showtime a little closer* Well... next time try flowers. Alright, everyone. Let's go get some rest.
Jazz: Sure thing, O.P. *chuckles and heads off to find quarters, will usher Ironhide out the door as well*
Showtime: *quiet sigh, doorwings moving a bit*
Chandelle: *Splutters a moment, faceplates heating.*
Ratchet: Well how about a sonnet, then? *Smirks at the fiery femme's discomfort, even as he heads to the medbay*
Optimus: *can just see something happening to Ratchet in the near future. Sighs as he turns to go himself. But then he stops and looks quizzically down at Showtime, surprised to see the little femme in his grasp*
Showtime: *realizes that she's snuggled against Optimus, BLUSH, moves to scoot away*
Chandelle: *Makes a face at the retreating medic, before scowling at Blitzwing with a flick of her wings*
Blitzwing: *turns his glance to her after watching the young Prime and the blue femme retreat. Sniffs* Do you haf a problem?
Chandelle: What, ya worry'n bout me, Cap'n? *Wing FLICK*
Blitzwing: *does the most insulting thing he can do. Snerks and turns away to look down at the sunbeam from the windows*
Chandelle: Of all the-! *Curses and turns on her heel, stalking out to find herself ANOTHER room, on the opposite side of the building. She might not get the sunlight from morning, but sunset is the next best thing.*
((Written with abot-chandelle and random_xtras))