Armada-'verse. Cyberton. Wishes in the night.

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Nightwish blinks as she comes back online, and then quirks a slight grin as she realizes that she's laying on the floor in her quarters, in her favorite place partially underneath her berth. -I made it home. Bonus.-

Then she lifts her head to looks at the tiny being sheltered in the curve of her body, one long finger tracing gently along his helm as she remembers how many times she'd had to rescue him from walking over the edge of the bar the night before. "Hey, 'Clash are you awake yet?"

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"Doc?" The truck bot's voice is uneasy as he senses the sudden silence of his cargo.

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"Nothing to worry about." Makeshift looks up and nods to his team-mates, riding beside him. "We'll get them unloaded-"

Thunderclash stirs for a minute, trying to regain awareness. His sensors flail again, and he voids his fuel roughly from a hatch in his side.

"What's he been drinking?" Prowl wonders at the smell.

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"Ugh!" The truck swerves slightly. "There was a reason I gave up hauling organic livestock!"

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Firebot chuckles and slaps a hand on the Bulk's armour, then hops off the . "Damaged bots aren't too pretty either."

Thunderclash is shaking, only hazily aware of what's going on. Makeshift scans him as Prowl follows Firebot down. Together the three of them lift their patient off the soiled truck bed.