randomplaces | Rewrite Verse, Surveying the Kingdom

Blackout: *hustling the kids around when Jetfire gets back from visiting his brother, giving orders about who's in charge and who better listen to who*

Mouse and Whiteout: *looking respectively frightened and confused*

Sparta: *sitting on the floor and trying to get a barrel off his head*

Jetfire: ... *Raised brow ridge* The slag's goin' on?

Dreadnought: *looks over from sorting packages of snack food on the low table* The Boss's goin' to make an appearance in her kingdom.

Pink: *whizzes over and sits on Jetfire's shoulder, hugging her squeaky doll and pouting cutely*

Jetfire: ... *confused* D' I need t' be doin' somethin?

Blackout: *looks over* Getting ready to come with me. *back to bossing youngbots*

Jetfire: Aye. *Will go do to do so, and grouse about someone hiding his polishing cloth*

Pink: *blinks at him* You left it on top of the TV.

Jetfire: *will go get his polishing cloth then*

Deherree: *having a temper outburst when he comes in*

Blackout: *bashes her upside the head and informs her she's to spend Blackout's entire absence in her room*

Deherree: *challenges that and gets bashed again, then goes, sullen and muttering*

Blackout: *quiet chuckle, and then boots Sparta*

Jetfire: *Working on making himself look presentable*

Blackout: *stops and looks at him* Washrack, now. Get that cheap slag off.

Jetfire: *Grumps a bit, but goes*

Blackout: *joins him a few moments later, Mouse a quiet rumble behind her. Is soon standing under the other shower as the massive rookie scrubs her down with a brush*

Pink: *suddenly beeps a giggle, then flies to put her dolly away before coming back to scrub Jetfire*

Jetfire: *Squirms a bit and works on cleaning what parts he can reach*

Blackout: *soon over on a slab in alt mode, being rubbed with something that smells... very fishy?*

Mouse: *polishing good and hard!*

Jetfire: *wonders out loud about the smell, even as he stretches*

Pink: Oh, it's fish oil! Come over here to this slab and I'll put yours on. *zipping around with her usual happy glee*

Jetfire: *soft snort, will move over to the slab and transform*

Pink: *zips around, and then calls for backup*

Apoleia: *comes striding in and starts applying the fish oil to the old jet's plating*

Blackout: *is making that rumbling sound that she does in her sleep. Doesn't even twitch as Mouse turns her onto her side to polish her undercarriage, though Scorponok scolds the rookie for it*

Jetfire: *Squiirrrrrms just a bit*

Apoleia: *pauses, crimson optics quizzical* Sir?

Jetfire: Watch the seams, youngling....

Apoleia: Yes, sir. *back to work*

Jetfire: *Trying not to squirm too much, but darnit, his seams are ticklish!*

Blackout: *peeks that way without transforming, and then calls in backup*

Dreadnought: *comes in grinning and holds down the squirmy jet so his older brother can polish*

Jetfire: *Grumbles a bit*

Mouse: *stops and examines her commander, then nods* Mouse finish.

Blackout: *transforms and stands, then goes to stand in front of the dryer*

Apoleia: There. I'm done. Now you just need to dry before you soak, sir.

Jetfire: *moves to transform* Thank ye, lad.

Apoleia: You're thank you, sir. We'll wait till you're ready for the final shine.

Jetfire: *nods and moves to wait for the dryer*

Blackout: *snorts and moves over to use the other one so he can get dry*

Jetfire: *rumbles a bit, nodding to her as he moves to stand in front of the dryer*

Blackout: *turns a couple times, and then goes and lays on the bottom of the pool*

Jetfire: *turning around slowly and carefully so all of him gets dried*

Pink: *just blitzkreiged right into the water*

Jetfire: *amused snort*

Blackout: //Hurry up, you old junker.//

Jetfire: *hustles* *will soon be in the water*

Blackout: *turns her head and looks at him, optics sparkling with amusement* //They'll be rubbing you down again when we get out.//

Jetfire: *Sticks his chin out a bit* //I c'n deal.//

Blackout: *rumbles a chuckle through the water*

Jetfire: *snorts bubbles*

Blackout: //Now you have water in your intakes.// *sounds too amused*

Jetfire: *cussing about that over comms*

Blackout: *laughing as she rises from the pool with a swish and goes to the slab to be dried off and buffed*

Jetfire: *Still cussing as he moves to get out of the pool, might accidentally spray anyone who gets too close*

Pink: *squeal of delight!*

Jetfire: *Clears his intakes loudly, spraying water furiously*

Pink: *giggle fit!*

Dreadnought: *grinning broadly*

Apoleia: *watching his CO2 seriously*

Jetfire: *Grump grump grump!*

Dreadnought: If you'll transform, we can finish the treatment. *so NOT serious*

Jetfire: *Wary look, will move to where he needs to be before transforming*

Dreadnought: *HOLDS HIM DOWN while Apoleia POLISHES HIM till he GLEAMS*

Jetfire: *String of obscenities*

Blackout: *shaking with silent laughter as Mouse tries to get her shiny too*

Jetfire: *Soooo not amused!*

About an hour later

Blackout: *gives Mouse the snack parcel, thumps the barrel back down on Sparta's head, and then offers an arm to Jetfire, who is shining with a nearly mirror finish due to the fish oil polish*

Jetfire: *Still in a bit of a grumpy mood, but will take Blackout's arm*

Blackout: *waits till Mouse has a hand on her, and Pink is settled down by Scorponok, then triggers her PINpoint*

Jetfire: *looking around the moment they arrive wherever it is they are, is wary*

Blackout: *also looks around the spacious and empty room, smiling slightly. Then points to a closed door* You can have that room. But there's no time to look at your bed right now. *smile turns to smirk* Because we're late for an important diplomatic function.

Jetfire: Diplomatic?

Blackout: Mmmhmm. *heads for the door on the opposite side of the room and leads the way out into and down the hall that it leads to, her stride unhurried and relaxed*

Jetfire: *Frowns and moves to follow*

Mouse: *follows after Jetfire, knowing her place as a rookie and also watching backs as she was trained to do*

Pink: *buzzes around happily, and then sits on Blackout's rotor mount*

Blackout: *leads the whole crew around the corner, not pausing as three bots on the other side of it hastily scoot out of her way*

light purple bot: Blackout! :D

yellow splotched femme: *cackles*

young black mech: *salutes and stands to attention as the black femme passes*

Jetfire: *Raised brow ridge*

Blackout: *without turning* Bullseye, Thundra, and Diehard. The local rookie population.

Jetfire: *nod, continues to follow*

Blackout: Diehard was made from Optimus Prime and Elita One.

Jetfire: ... *soft snort, chuckles*

Blackout: *pauses and loops a hand through his arm, then lets go and resumes walking once he's beside her* Shortly after that Prime caught a virus that wiped and destroyed him slowly over time.

Jetfire: ...

Blackout: Elita soon followed him.

Jetfire: *Small nod, somber*

Blackout: *turns a last corner into a wide and spacious corridor, and then strides toward the massive double doors at the end of it, ignoring sitting niches, statues, and chatting couples*

white shuttle bot: *looks up, his visor flashing with surprise* Well well, we wondered if you were coming, your ladyship.

Jetfire: *Watches the shuttle bot without seeming to give them more than a quick glance*

Blackout: *snort* Don't push your luck, Jetfire.

rwJetfire: *tilts his head* Now would I do a thing like that?

Jetfire: *Soft snort, rolls optics*

Blackout: *hand on rwJetfire's face and shoves him out of the way, then throws the double doors open and strides into an expansive and richly decorated ballroom. Pauses in the sudden silence, and then nods her head as a massive green titan even taller than herself and a slender white Seeker with red and blue trim and serious silver optics push through the crowd to kneel in front of her*

Jetfire: *finds the reaction of the group on the other side of the doors amusing*

Blackout: *nods again after processing her CO2s' databursted reports, then turns to Jetfire* The fuel table is over there. Amuse yourself for awhile, brother.

Jetfire: *perks* Aye. *Will see if there is sweet fuel that he can share with Mouse*

Blackout: *approving look, and then turns away to speak to the bot who is waiting*

Mouse: *watching Pink beep a mile a minute to a group of other Minicons, including a male who looks nearly just like her but for his colouring and his slightly stockier build*

Jetfire: *will gently offer Mouse a cube of sweet low grade, after he's checked to see what fuel is what*

Mouse: *softly, as she accepts the cube* Danke.

Jetfire: *nod, turns his attention to keeping an optic on Pink*

Mouse: Pink's daddy happy to see her.

Jetfire: Th' bloke who looks like 'er?

Mouse: *nod* Beamrider.

Jetfire: *small nod, will sip at his cube of energon as he watches the group interact*

Mouse: *then lifts her head and smiles as that huge green bot comes over*

Tidal Wave: *deep voice soft* Tidal Wave happy to see Mouse.

Mouse: Mousie happy to see Uncle Wave.

Jetfire: *Studies Tidal Wave, appearing, for all intents and purposes relaxed and at ease. Will give the green mech a polite nod*

Tidal Wave: *looks at the smaller mech with stolid and friendly interest*

rwJetfire: *saunters over there* Tidal Wave's the head of all the Destron military stuff. One of Blackout's most trusted Lieutenants. *easy grin despite having a face with no mouth* And I'm Jetfire, Autobot Command.

Jetfire: *amused snort* 'N I'm Jetfire, Blackout's brother.

rwJetfire: *as Tidal Wave rumbles a laugh like rocks rolling downhill he freezes with his hand halfway to his nose* ...Brother?

Jetfire: *nods* Aye, lad. 'Er brother.

rwJetfire: But... Aww, all I ever got was a lousy kiss. *rubs the back of his neck*

Jetfire: *shrugs and sips at his energon again*

rwJetfire: *studies him* So you're me.

Jetfire: Seems so... *not quite sure about his counterpart at the moment*

rwJetfire: ...Interesting accent you got there.

Jetfire: *Slight snort* 'T's better th'n soundin' all prissy 'n somesuch, th' way me brother sounds...

rwJetfire: *blinks* Brother? You mean somebody else you adopted?

Jetfire: Nay, lad. Me twin. 'Is name's Skyfire...

rwJetfire: *optics widen* You're a twin? ... When'd you separate?

Jetfire: *tips head back as he thinks* Prolly 'round 'bout two weeks 'fore we came outt'a our carrier's spark chamber...

rwJetfire: o_0 Came outta... *woozy*

Jetfire: Aye... *amused at his counterpart's discomfort* 'S normal where me brother lives... Th' Allspark's gone.

rwJetfire: Allspark... what's that? *meeps slightly as Tidal Wave props him up*

Jetfire: Where most newsparks came from, 'fore 't was launched int' a wormhole durin' a pointless war...

rwJetfire: Oh. ...We just go and ask Primus for new guys.

Jetfire: *small nod* Aye... Was th' way'a doin' things 'fore th' Allspark was launched...

rwJetfire: *blinks, then looks sick* You mean that was Primus' spark? And you stupid slaggers destroyed it?

Jetfire: *Scowl* Nay, lad. Primus 's on Cybertron, 'n 'ealin from th' slaggin' war.

rwJetfire: *falls silent, remembering Megatron/Galvatron's attempts to destroy Primus*

Jetfire: *in a bit of a Mood now*

rwJetfire: *quietly* So, are you from Blackout's reality?

Jetfire: *headshake* Nay. 'Un similar, but not 'er's.

rwJetfire: Pink says in Blackout's reality we're nearly extinct.

Jetfire: o_o

rwJetfire: ...What?

Jetfire: *quietly* Di'nt know that....

rwJetfire: *scratches the back of his head awkwardly* Oh... Heh.

Jetfire: *still quietly* There're newsparks back where I came from... 'N th' number keeps growin'...

rwJetfire: ...Sounds like Blackout's army keeps growing too. Last time she was here there was a new femme with her, that Deherree.

Tidal Wave: Megatron's daughter.

rwJetfire: ...Well that explains a lot.

Jetfire: ... *snorts*

rwJetfire: I know that Requiem guy's from Thundercracker code, and her oldest creation's part Minicon.

Tidal Wave: And Sheol and Apoleia are made only from Blackout.

Jetfire: *Snort* Ye ain't met Sparta, Dreadnought, 'r Whiteout yet...

rwJetfire: o_0 ...I rest my case.

Tidal Wave: *delighted* Forgot about Sparta. *looks smug*

rwJetfire: ...What are you looking so happy about?

Jetfire: *Fondly* Sparta's a slaggin' punk...

Tidal Wave: Hormah said he'd be trouble. *grinning*

Jetfire: *Smirk* Hormah was understatin'.

Tidal Wave: No. Tidal Wave understating. *rumbles a chuckle. There's no way, given his taciturn nature, that he could repeat what the half Minicon had said*

Jetfire: *actually laughs at that*

rwJetfire: Wasn't that the name of some crazy human warrior cult? *frowning*

Jetfire: Aye... T'ree 'undred 'f 'em took on 'bout thousand times 's many Persian soldiers 'n th' Battle of Thermopylae.

rwJetfire: ...No wonder the kid's interesting.

Jetfire: *snorts, amused*

rwJetfire: What are those other two like? Dreadnought and ... Whiteout?

Jetfire: *nod* Dreadnought's got a good 'ead on 'is shoulders... 'N good aim wit' 'is feet. *dirty rotten chuckle* Whiteout's loyal, 'n Destron.

rwJetfire: ...So he's dumb as a post.

Tidal Wave: *thumps him on the head with a fist*

Jetfire: *Scowls at his counterpart* She. 'N she's young. Ain't 'ad time t' learn th' stuff t' get t' bein' near Blackout's age 'r mine yet.

rwJetfire: *reeling a little from the thump* ...My bad.

Starscream: *walks over, his arm protectively around the thin shoulders of a delicate yellow femme. Looks at the visiting Jetfie with those serious silver optics* Hello.

Jetfire: *nods to Starscream* 'Lo.

Starscream: You're Blackout's second in command? *appears to feel no threat to his own similar position here*

Jetfire: *raised brow ridge* 'M just 'er brother...

Starscream: *lifts brows slightly* But she told me you were her Second.

Jetfire: *Shrugs* 'S news t' me...

Starscream: *slight amusement on his handsome face as he looks toward the tall black femme* I'm not surprised. She's never officially declared me or Tidal Wave, either.

Jetfire: *chuckles* Aye...

Starscream: Do you know who I am?

Jetfire: *slight headtilt* Goin' by yer coloration, 'm guessin' yer Starscream...

Starscream: *nods* And this is my mate, Moonshadow. *no brag, no strut at being recognized. Only calm acknowledgement*

Jetfire: *gives Moonshadow a polite nod* 'S a pleasure t' meet you.

Moonshadow: *shrinks back, but manages a timid nod without looking up*

Starscream: *comforting pat for her shoulder and soft words as he looks at her with concern and love*

Jetfire: *Attention on Starscream, though he is watching rwJetfire out of the corner of his optic*

Starscream: *smiling softly as he looks back to Jetfire* How long have you served Blackout?

Jetfire: Since 'bout th' middle 'f last summer 's when I moved t' th' Nexus...

Starscream: *mouth turned up at the corners in an absent but real friendly grin* How did she find you?

Jetfire: *chuckle* 'Un time, I w's 'n th' Black Dog wit' a young punk 'f a 'Bot named Lumen...

Starscream: *intent on the story as he absently protects and comforts his mate*

rwJetfire: *snags a handful of goodies off a passing tray and then also focuses on the story*

Tidal Wave: *apparently alert and paying attention as well, but he just dozed off from standing still too long*

Jetfire: *telling the story, and including a few hand gestures as well. Including the part where Lumen tried to get a kiss and was denied*

rwJetfire: *snerrrrrk*

Jetfire: 'N th't idjit, Ultra Magnus, di'nt even see 'er comin'! *chortling*

rwJetfire: *remembers his own long ago combat kiss and blushes even as he snerks again*

Jetfire: *will also tell about the time his twin got combat kissed* 'N th' stupid slagger was so dizzy, I couldn't stay standin'!

rwJetfire: *laughs out loud at that*

Starscream: *smiling as he hugs Moonshadow close*

Moonshadow: *snuggling, focused on her mate and feeling content*

Jetfire: *Fondly* Wouldn't know th' slagger's a *^$#%$ good fighter 'n th' air...

rwJetfire: Hey, if he's related to me, he'd have to be.

Jetfire: *Raised brow ridge, optics sparking a bit in challenge* 'S that so? //Blackout, c'n I take th' brat on?//

Blackout: //Not right now.//

Jetfire: //Gotcha.// *turns attention back to story telling* *tells about how he helped gift oranges in the Nexus, but will omit the part where he stuck one in his gun and wound up with mashed fruit all over the insides of it*

rwJetfire: *laughing much now* *will swap yarns, though his are flavored with his usual cheerful boasting*

Jetfire: *mentally tallying how many times to shoot his counterpart in the aft* *is being an attentive listener though*

rwJetfire: But anyway. What's the stick for?

Jetfire: 'S part'a my alt mode, 'n has 't's uses... *smirk*

rwJetfire: Like what? *discreet elbow to Tidal Wave's leg as he catches what sounds like a snore*

Tidal Wave: *looks at him and then goes back to sleep*

Jetfire: Keepin' Sparta 'n Toyrt-Mow 'n line.... Knockin' sense int' punks...

rwJetfire: You sound like a crochety old grandpa there. *chuckle*

Jetfire: *Snort* C'n still fly wit' th' best 'f 'em, lad.

rwJetfire: Well you're me. I'd have to be really out of date before I stopped bein' the best at what I do. *thumb to chest, which is stuck out*

Jetfire: *Snorts* Lad, I was fightin' th' good fight 'fore ye were even online.

rwJetfire: ...Though I don't think I'll ever brag about bein' an old fart.

Jetfire: When ye get t' bein' my age, 'n ain't dead, 's somethin' t' celebrate. *snorts again*

rwJetfire: Sure, old timer. *humoring voice*

Starscream: *frowns at him mildly*

Jetfire: //Blackout, how 'bout 'f I take 't outside?// *Scowling at rwJetfire now*

Blackout: //Not now.//

Jetfire: *Quiet rumble* //Aye, Blackout...//

Blackout: //If I have to wait to kiss these idiots, then you have to wait to hit that one.//

Jetfire: *Soft snort, will check to see what Pink and Mouse are up to*

Mouse: *standing in the corner by the table, eating the pieces of blitzcake that Pink is bringing her*

Jetfire: *soft, fond chuckle as he watches the youngsters*

rwJetfire: *follows his gaze and softens* Mousie's getting better.

Jetfire: Aye... *Yes, he's learned about what happened to the femme*

rwJetfire: *optics twinkle in a smile* Lookit 'er puttin' away that cake.

Jetfire: *Quiet, rumbly chuckle*

Mouse: *making most of the cake type goodies on the bigbot table vanish as Pink feeds it to her piece by piece*

Beamrider: *standing nearby and facepalming massively*

Jetfire: *Amused old fart is amused*

rwJetfire: Hmm. Now I'm hungry. Was nice talkin' to ya, old timer. *touches his helm in salute and heads for the table*

Jetfire: *mutters about slaggin' punks under his breath as he watches his counterpart go*

Starscream: *softly* His spark is in the right place, though it can be a little hard to tell sometimes.

Jetfire: *Snorts, will move to see what other types of fuel are available after excusing himself to Starscream and Moonshadow*

After the party....

Blackout: *wandering down the hall back toward the place that they first arrived, Mouse a tired and full shadow in her wake and Pink a sleeping sigh in one hand*

Jetfire: *Following after Blackout, is just a bit twitchy from having to behave for the entire party*

Scorponok: *sound asleep in his spot on Blackout's back. He's invisible in there due to his size*

Jetfire: *twitches, armor rattling softly. Most of his agitation is due to not being able to go and show rwJetfire just how a REAL Seeker flies, and some of it is just him being a bit high-strung... Not that he'd ever admit to it*

Blackout: *sighs as she enters the spacious common room, then pats Mouse* Go to bed.

Mouse: Ja, mein frau. *goes*

Blackout: *watches her go and then turns to Jetfire* Get some sleep, old man.

Jetfire: *Rumbles* Aye... *Will go to the room she said would be his for the time being*

Blackout: *rumbles and gently drops Pink on the heap of cushions on the couch, knowing she'll be sleeping on Mouse soon, then goes to bed herself*

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