RCV and RWV. Autobot base and Red Alert's Infirmary. Thanks.

[ssjmihoshi]

Requiem: *staring contest with the local Ironhide* Look, I just wanna talk to Recon.

Ironhide: *studying this new kid with a frown* How the slag many of you are there?

Requiem: ... Can I talk to Recon, please?

Ironhide: *wants kid, is now scowling with jealousy*

Prowl: *arrives, having been told of the newcomer* Who is it, Ironhide?

Ironhide: *gruff and grouchy* Looks like a brother to those two we had visiting the other day.

Prowl: *to the kid* You know it's becoming increasingly harder to get things done around here with you all popping in all the time. *you can't tell if he's serious or just joking*

Requiem: *his sudden frown behind his battle mask doesn't completely mask his crestfallen state at the older mech's words* I just wanna give Recon a message from my Commander.

Prowl: She's currently off-duty. I can deliver the message for you.

Requiem: *frowns and checks with Blackout, then nods* Blackout wants to see her. These are the coordinates. *transmits them*

Prowl: *optic ridge tweaks with interest at the name* I'll let her know. *forwards the message on Recon's comm channel*

Requiem: And Mouse sent this. *opens the big box he's holding, and lets pizza and cinnabun smell escape*

Ironhide: :D I love that kid! *hand in the box!*

Prowl: *rolls optics and pulls the box away* Save some for Recon.

Requiem: *slight smile* That's a hammer box.

Ironhide: ... *BOTH hands in the box, and then he's running off down the hall and calling to Chromia and Bumblebee to come see what he has*

Prowl: *confused at first, but quickly puts it together* *shakes his head as Ironhide goes running off* I'd better go get him before he forgets the last 3 cycles of his shift. *turns to the kid* Thank you, ah...

Requiem: Ironhide won't forget. 'N I'm Requiem, third in command of Blackout's Army.

Prowl: *impressed by the title* Thank you, Requiem. *nods and goes to retrieve Ironhide, but not before snagging a cinnabun for himself*

Requiem: *watches Prowl walk away, then chuckles and calls out just as he PINpoints away* Oh, and Mousie says to tell you she loves you.

Prowl: *STOPS in his tracks, wincing from the memory of her hugs, then sighs and continues on*


Shortly...

Recon: *PINpoints into what appears to be a private infirmary room with 2 berths: one holding a sleeping form under a heap of tarps and the other Blackout herself* Dreadnought said you vere better... *mildly surprised the warrior would just let her in*

Blackout: *turns her head to quirk a brow ridge at the visitor* *gruffly* 'Better' doesn't say much, considering I was pretty well scrap parts.

Recon: *approaches the bed quietly, respecting the reverberating silence about the place* I didn't sink you vould vant anybot to see you like sis.

Blackout: *shrugs one shoulder* What are you going to do? Off me? That'd hurt the brats. Laugh? You'll wake Sideswipe up and make him cry.

Recon: *chuckles under her breath* Sank you for your trust.

Blackout: *slight movement as she heaves herself to a more comfortable position, then pauses and shutters her optics for a moment while she waits for the dizziness to pass*

Recon: *waits respectfully*

Blackout: *quiet grumbling, and then looks at the other femme* *still gruff* I need to thank you.

Recon: *thoroughly surprised now* Sank me? For vhat?

Blackout: *frowns at her* Taking care of those two scraplets when I couldn't.

Recon: I didn't do much, really. Sey came to me.

Blackout: And it would've been easy to send them on.

Recon: Not really. *pauses, then smirks* Vhatefer you did, your kids turned out alright.

Blackout: Tells you something, doesn't it?

Recon: *amused grunt*

Blackout: *and then sighs and winces slightly* *quietly* I saw him.

Recon: *turns from looking around the room* Who?

Blackout: *scratches one intake* Jazz.

Recon: *wow, she really had been slagged good* How is he?

Blackout: *bit of a head shake and a slight smirk* How do you think he is? All his old buddies are there, and new ones from every reality.

Recon: *smiles* Good. Now you can stop vorrying about him.

Blackout: *slightly embarrassed look* Yeah... I wasn't worrying about him. I was missing him.

Recon: *gently* He'll be sere vaiting for you...

Blackout: And part of him's here with me.

Recon: Dreadnought certainly has more san a bit of his faser in him.

Blackout: And his baby sister's probably going to be just the same. She's already trying to party, and her slaggin' shell's barely started forming.

Recon: *blink blink* How is it here vithout a protoform?

Blackout: *faceplates heating slightly* You know that disgusting way humans build other humans?

Recon: o.o *recalling all the porn she's had to block on her internet jaunts* Vhat?!

Blackout: They grow inside, like parasites. Well... *grumble* My spark budded, so I had Red Alert put in an upgrade so my body would build her shell.

Recon: D8 Sat's efen vorse! *forgetting the sleeping bot across the room, is now thoroughly grossed out and trying not to fidget too much* Are you going to be alright? ...In your condition?

Blackout: *grumpy* Femmes supposedly do this all the time in some realities. I wouldn't do this for anybody other than part of Jazz.

Recon: :/ Vell... You're nothing if not... loyal.

Blackout: Happens when you bond sometimes. What was I supposed to do? She's there.

Recon: *shivers* Still... *hoping this never, EVER happens to her!*

Blackout: *sees the shiver* Yeah. That. *grump*

Recon: Sorry. :/ I hope she'll bring you happiness.

Blackout: ...I've torn tyraborg apart with my hands, and worn the consequences. I should be able to get through this.

Recon: *seeing the form shift on the other berth, lowers her voice again* So Dreadnought and Mouse know about seir new sister?

Blackout: The whole crew do. *glances toward the other berth, and suddenly her voice is deep and soft, a motherly rumble* Shhh, Sideswipe. It's just a dream.

Recon: If sere's anysing you need... Let me know.

Blackout: *snort* Did you get any of that box of stuff Mouse sent?

Recon: *smiles* Jazz managed to save some for me.

Blackout: *slight chuckle* Ironhide and Bumblebee get any?

Recon: *snerk* Ironhide got most of it.

Blackout: *sniggers* Then he's probably got it hoarded for whatever younglings you've got.

Recon: He's been stuck on the subject of younglings lately...

Blackout: *blinks* Talk to Jetfire, he can probably find you a couple when he hits the estate sales again.

Recon: O.o Younglings... at a sale? You've got to be joking.

Blackout: That's where I got one of mine. She's not built for brains, but she gets the job done.

Sideswipe: *sleepy blue and white head peeks out from under tarps and manages to look tousled despite lack of hair* Whiteout... She's nuts.

Recon: Selling bots like cookware... Sis is vhy I vill nefer understand you. *sighs and holds her helm*

Blackout: *quietly* I don't sell bots. And if I hadn't bought the kid she'd have probably been recycled. So which is worse?

Sideswipe: *groggy and fading back into recharge* ...Wish she'd stop kissing me.

Recon: *snerk* She learns from her parent.

Blackout: *facepalm* She's not as bad as Deherree.

Recon: I hope you learned your lesson. *light-hearted but motherly stare*

Blackout: *shrug* Deherree's half Megatron. She doesn't learn till things have beaten her flat. Repeatedly.

Recon: I sought you vere good at sat. *another smirk*

Blackout: *shrugs and lowers her hand as she lays back* Not good at anything right now.

Recon: *genuine smile now* Give it time. You'll be back to drinking acid soon enough.

Blackout: Heh. *growls and jerks her optic shutters up*

Recon: You should rest. I'll go.

Blackout: *grouching under her breath in the Decepticon dialect, but then suddenly jerks awake again* Mouse wants you to wait a click.

Recon: Hmm? *turns back from the door* If you insist.

Blackout: *weary snerk* She's been baking cookies for those human brats of yours.

Recon: *amused snerk!* She vas so torn about sat tea party a few solar cycles ago.

Blackout: *unshutters optics* ...Tea party?

Recon: *smiles to herself* Long story. But she found some new friend and vanted to give us all treats.

Blackout: *affection in her voice despite herself* She's always trying to feed people, or those slaggin' hairball mammoths. And when no one else is around she's got this dummy someone welded together for her, and she treats the thing like another bot.

Recon: She vill make a... thorough parent someday.

Blackout: *startled at the thought, and then scowling and thinking of busting young mechs' heads if they try anything* Hrrrm...

Recon: *soft laugh* I said "someday."

Blackout: Bad enough the oldest one hooked up before she was a vorn old. *scowl vanishes as the door slides open* Ugh. Mouse, that stinks.

Mouse: 0.0 *worried look* Vill make Blackout purge?

Blackout: No.

Mouse: *looks down at the bin in her hand, which is one of the big pop top human storage bins, but to her is a little tiny piece of Tupperware. The bin is letting out glorious scents of apples, cinnamon and other spices* Vonder if boys vill zink snickerdoodles stinky...

Recon: *analyzes smell* I sink sey'll like sem.

Mouse: *perks, and then shyly goes to one knee to offer the container to the much smaller femme* Recon vould like hug?

Recon: *sets the container on the ground, as it's too big for her subspace account* *smiles* I vould love one.

Mouse: *gently lifts this friend that she considers family and gives her a careful snuggle* Everyvone ist gut?

Recon: *hugs back, as she knows this makes the younger femme happy* I hafen't been back to se base yet, but Hayden and Abel are doing vell. Settling in.

Mouse: ^^ Ser gut. *gently sets Recon back on the floor, and then looks over toward Blackout* Awww. Ist sleeping.

Recon: *looks to the larger femme and smiles* You know, Mouse, she'll be needing a lot of taking care of now. *glances up conspiratorily* She von't like it, so you might have to do it secretly.

Mouse: *wide grin* Jetfire vill do. Und fuss!

Recon: *laughs, then grows silent in contemplation* ...She lofs all of you very much.

Mouse: *deep, soft chuckle* Ja. Alvays. Efen Sparta.

Recon: *smiles* I should go. Sank you again.

Mouse: ^^ Gott bless you. Gif hug to Hayden for me, ja?

Recon: *snerks thinking of how he'll protest* Sure. *picks up the container and PINpoints home*

Jazz: *sudden wash of glee and surprise from somewhere* -Holeee cats!-

Recon: *suddenly wide-opticed, nearly drops the container* -Vhat is it?!-

Jazz: *SO much glee* -Baby, you ain't gonna believe what just followed 'Hide home!-


((Written by ssjmihoshi and random_xtras.))