Nexus. Black Dog. Happy New Year!

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[The Wilybots, being from Earth, had a New Years party at their Nexus Warehouse.. but a few have decided to drag 'wallflowers' to the Black Dog instead to try to get them to be more social. And they've included neighbors Waspinator and Terrorsaur in that. As bait, they told the Predacons they were being hired to help out if anyone got severely drunk. The two Predacons aren't comfortable going somewhere where they'll run into other Transformers, but have been convinced that with that much of a New Years crowd they might be overlooked.]

Cinnamon: *a little wary of all the big feet*

Axl: *hoping the whole reservations thing worked, he's more used to parties you just crash*

Mal: *notices the group over by the door and steers her leather clad, apron wearing pink husband over from where she's riding on his shoulders in her little lolita princess dress- which is rumpled and hiked so her bloomers show* You have a reservation?

Axl: Yeah. I'm Axl... *wonders if he has to introduce everyone...

Zero: For the last time, they're not going to eat you... *convincing Waspy and Terry to come in*

Mal: *looks up, absently putting her hands over her husband's eyes and making him "eeek!" softly* Nah. Bugs and lizards? Yeuch. I'd rather eat the cake. You're the Wily bunch, right?

Teal: *also wary about all the big bots, and feet of said big bots, staying under one of Storm Eagle's wings*

Rock: I'm not a....

Zero: Since I made the reservations, probably... unless some more of my siblings are planning to show up...

Elec: *to Mal* Don't ask. Our family tree looks like a baobab

Mal: This way. *steers husband without uncovering his eyes, which makes him dither and twitch his gorgeous moth wings* And yeah, join the club, kid. I started life as a computer virus in someone's head.

Zero: *that makes him go quiet a bit. Reminders of Omega are never a good thing*

Group: *follow along*

Rock: So... um, are you a Predacon, or... what are all the other groups again?

Mal: *glances at him as her husband leads them unerringly between the feet of bots and tables despite fussing and not being able to see* Me? I'm a Sewercon. Scattershot's a Divacon.

Rock: Oh, we know a Sewercon... *just smiles, friendly little guy*

Mal: Wingnut, right? *snerk*

Rock: *nodnod* I don't know her very well, though. She lives with the Stardroids.

Rock: I don't know if I'll ever learn to keep all the groups I hear about from your world straight, but I guess ours is just as confusing to someone who isn't used to it.

Teal, Cinnamon, Storm Eagle, Lumine: *all seem fine with letting Rock draw all the attention*

X Light: *keeping an eye on Rock as if he was the big brother instead of the other way around. It does get confusing when big brother doesn't grow up and he did...*

Mal: Lotta realities that we Transformer things come from. But Wingnut's my Original's older sister. The same flake sparked them both.

Rock: *innocently* Flake? *not sure if she means the insult or if it has some other meaning... after all 'spark' means something different to beasties... and the Stardroids too*

Elec: *facepalms and snerks*

Mal: Weirdo? Nutter? Here's your table, up on top of this one with the temporary bar and the cake. You need help getting up there?

Rock: I didn't bring my dog with me, so I can't fly up.

Elec: Can you believe he's actually the oldest one of us here? Except the designated flyers, maybe... *doesn't know how old Waspy and Terry are, has never asked*

Waspy: *has been very quiet, speaks up now* We can get little fleshie-bots that are not flyers up to table.

Terry: I guess that's what we're being paid for.

Lumine: *already hovering up*

Axl: *holding onto Cinnamon, likewise*

Storm Eagle: *can fly up with Teal*

Mal: Great. Your server's up there. *waves, and then proceeds to inform her husband that she wants to nom his chips, causing him to shriek like a girl and bolt*

Spazz: *looks around as the first of the party reaches the top of the big table that the bar, the organic cake, and a couple-three human size tables are sitting on* Don't tell me she's bwaiming him again.

Group: *once Elec, Rock, Zero and X are ferried up, settle down at their table*

Rock: What does that word mean?

Axl: Wow, look at that cake!

Spazz: It's what one little LOL cat kitten says when he bites his brother on the head on this poster on my living room wall. *grins at Axl's comment* Yup. You want some? It's on the house. That's the organic version.

Axl: Sure!

Zero: Me too... you want some, X?

X Light: Maybe a little piece.

Rock: *still puzzled, but there's CAKE* I'd like some, please.

Lumine: *thinking they're all going to get sugar buzzed, and he's trapped with them*

Axl: And my little brother wants some too.

Lumine: No, I don't.

Waspinator: Waspinator would like cake... but... Waspinator is not supposed to have anything with too much sugar

Mal: No non consensual cake serving. Sorry. *turns toward cake* This doesn't have sugar. Stevia leaf. How big a piece?

Waspinator: *hardly ever gets cake because of the sugar thing, so just looks confused* What size is normal sized piece of cake?

Spazz: *snerks and cuts a great big lovely slab as big as two pounds of butter stacked one on the other, then brings it over and plunks it in front of him*

Waspy: *is a happy bug*

cake: *has icing! And says, "Happy New Year!" in the cross section*

Spazz: *as she goes to get the next piece of cake* Oh, I'm Spazz by the way.

Terry: *despite being told otherwise, is still imagining a sugar buzzed Waspy, and is thus distracted from not introducing himself.* Terrorsaur... are you sure there's no sugar in that cake?

Spazz: As sure as I am that Mal has no spark. *cuts a small piece for the guy who wanted a small piece, then brings it over and looks to see who that guy was*

Cinnamon: Please don't worry so much, Terrorsaur. I'm sure if anything happens, I can try to counteract it...

Waspy: *were you saying anything? Has cake!*

Rock: I'm Rock. And that's my brother Elec, and my other younger brother X. And that's Zero... he's Elec's younger brother but not mine, and...

Lumine: She asked who we were, not to be bludgeoned with your family tree.

Storm Eagle: Can I go on record as saying I'm not related to any of them?

Spazz: *to Lumine* Hey, kid. Stop harshing the mellow. *cheerful grin without mockery* If he's bugging me I'll tell him. Now who wanted the little piece? *to Storm Eagle* I try that all the time with Vituperation. Nobody believes me.

Rock: Mellow? Like marshmallows? My 'niisan puts those in his tea sometimes.

Zero: I'll vouch for him. Eagle's not a part of any of the Lightbot or Wilybot family mess.

X Light: *just waves, little piece of cake was his*

Spazz: *gives little piece of cake and a smile, which then turns to a grin as she looks at Zero* Whatever you say. You want a big piece of cake, right? *knows the stories about this guy's rep with food*

Zero: Yes, thanks.

Spazz: *cheery sarcasm! She brings back a piece she can barely carry*

Storm Eagle: There is no way you're going to be able to eat all that...

Spazz: Anybody else want some?

Storm Eagle: *hand goes up*

Spazz: How much? Or are you going to steal some of his?

Lumine: *quiet, to Axl* and you were worried about a drinking competition....

Axl: *quiet, back* It's still early

Spazz: I'll get to drinks in a minute. *doesn't look at the two*

Zero: No, he's not

Teal: *oh dear*

Storm Eagle: I'd like a big piece...

Spazz: *points to Zero's* That big?

X Light: *sigh, facepalm, thinking that somehow this is going to end with him having to put them in CR. He's not sure HOW, but it will*

Eagle: *just nods*

Eagle: *competitive birdie glare at Zero*

Spazz: I should mention this is Guardian Fae made cake. You can't get sick on it no matter how hard you try. *goes to get that big piece*

beautiful little femme with what looks like bunny ears: *pauses by the table* The cake is a lie! *runs off cackling*

Spazz: Buzz off, Vi. *doesn't look around as she cuts cake*

X Light: Well, that's a relief....

Waspinator: *looks from bunny-femme to cake and back, confused*

Terry: *sigh* It's real, Waspy. Eat your cake.

Spazz: *comes back with Eagle's cake and plunks it in front of him* Yeah. It's real. Vi's just been hitting the axle grease too hard.

Rock: She can get drunk from axle grease?

Spazz: Nope. It's more like a sugar buzz in a human.

Vi: *somewhere over THERE* It's a lie! *cackle*

Rock: Oh. *to Terry* Is that why Waspinator isn't allowed to...

Terry: *cuts him off* Yes

Nemesis: *wanders over with a big pitcher and glasses of various sizes* Energy drink cocktail? Buck a glass.

Terrorsaur: *looks tempted, but he's technically on the job here*

Lumine: What's the species compatibility for that?

Nemesis: It's made with Monster energy drink, grape juice, and fizzy water. *holographic scroll of the Monster ingredients as she pours a largish glass and sets it in front of Terrorsaur*

Terry: *has nexus currency*

Lumine: *stares at the ingredient list for half a second before saying* So, not compatible with anything sane...

Axl: I'll have one!

Lumine: *mutters something about a proven point*

Nemesis: *pours one for Axl, then kisses Waspinator on the head* None for you.

Waspy: *just bugsmiles* Is ok. Waspinator has cake.

Nemesis: *grins at him, and then looks at the rest of the table* Alright, anybody want to order something while I'm here?

Cinnamon: Ah, do you have any fruit juice..?

Axl: You should try one of these... they're pretty good...

Cinnamon: Well... *considering*

Nemesis: It's good, but it'll have little things like you twitching like scrats.

Cinnamon: I think I'd best pass on that, then.

Lumine: At least with Axl, we might not even notice the difference...

Spazz: *snorts*

Nemesis: I can bring a pitcher of fizzy cranberry juice.

Cinnamon: That sounds nice. *smiles*

X Light: Mind sharing? *doesn't much care for getting drunk... and has an odd sinking feeling as he watches Zero and Storm Eagle decide to order Monster cocktails. The list of ingredients hadn't looked problematic, but he just couldn't shake the feeling this wasn't going to end well*

Nemesis: A pitcher is about twelve glasses for bots your size. If you don't share, you're nuts.

Rock: Do you have hot chocolate? With cinnamon?

Elec: Count me in on sharing the cranberry stuff

Nemesis: *as she pours energy drink cocktail for Zero and Eagle* Spazz, make cinna chocolate for this guy.

Spazz: On it. Want a cinna stick? *heads for the bar standing there and looking slightly forlorn*

Teal and Lumine: *neither says so, but also planning to stick to cranberry juice*

Rock: *just grinning cheerily. yay, chocolate!* Yes, please!

Nemesis: *wanders off to spread the cheer in her pitcher*

Spazz: *soon has a tankard full of delicious creamy hot chocolate with cinnamon in it and is bringing it to the table* *to Zero and Eagle* I'll whip up a pitcher of the Monster cocktail for you two. I might be a little slow though. I don't usually tend bar.

Terrorsaur: I guess we'll be earning our pay for tonight.. *snickers... gets a glare from both Zero and Eagle*

Waspy: *from behind his piece of cake* Dactyl bot is having one of monster drinks too....

Terry: One, Waspinator. I know better.

Spazz: *pauses to glance toward the Prime table, where Rodimus has just settled down with Ironhide, Springer, and Tigatron* Oh great. I would get stuck tending bar with that bunch wanting to drink in all the new years.

Waspy and Terry: *don't immediately notice who she's talking about, as they're busy making a few jokes about the monster drinks... with intent of egging Zero and Eagle on*

Teal: *already trying to think of ways to explain 'daddy got blitzed' to Foal*

fuzzy arms: *suddenly go around Waspy's waist* Waspinator! Remember me?

Waspy: *almost drops bite of cake on whatever hugged him, looks down*

Terry: *looks over and down* What the...

Windstripe: I saw you when I was just new, and I liked you! Don't you remember? Daddy said you might not, but I wanna be your friend. *big beseeching green eyes*

Spazz: *frozen as she waits to see if she'll have to run intervention*

Waspy: *confused* Waspinator is not sure... baby fluffy-bot seems familiar... but is fluffy-bot sure is same Waspinator? Maybe fluffy-bot met alternate, though Waspinator hasn't seen one...

Terrorsaur: Well, I sure don't recognize the kid... *then scoots back in his chair and gets a better look* Ack!

Rock: *peeks under table* Aww, he's cute!

Windstripe: *holds up a coordinate scanner* I'm sure! *offers snuggles and purring*

Waspinator: *offers confused scritches, trying to remember, starts pulling notes and things out of subspace*

Terrorsaur: Waspinator. You still remember Tigatron and Airrazor, right?

Waspinator: *thinks waaay back* Yes... Maximal tiger-bot and bird-bot... *oh, that's why the kid looks familiar*

Cinnamon: Is something the matter? I do think he just wants to be friendly...

Windstripe: They're my mama and daddy. *lays head against Waspinator's leg and looks up at him* We can make friends again if you don't remember.

Spazz: He's harmless. Just a baby. *still ready to intervene if she needs to*

Waspy: *thinks about it, a bit stubbornly* Waspinator will not blame baby for being Maximal. *hugsnuggles the kitten*

Windstripe: Can my friend be your friend too? He's littler than me. *six foot tall babby is down on his knees to lay his head on Waspinator's leg and cuddle*

Terrorsaur: *just sighs, will watch very closely*

Rock: You're really big for a baby...

Elec: Remember those videos of the one the Stardroids had that time..? *he and Rock end up chatting about that*

Waspinator: Waspinator... guess... is safe to meet, at least. Still inside Nexus...

Windstripe: *quietly* Me and my daddy would never hurt you anyway. He says he died to all that foorishness. Um. Fool rish... that's not right. o.0

Dinobaby: *itty bitty guy the size of a human baby of crawling age crawls over and sits up* Foolishness.

Terrorsaur: Ack! *hello top of table* What the pit is that!

Axl: Hey, you almost knocked my drink over....

Storm Eagle: Unless you're planning on dancing for entertainment, Terrorsaur, get down. And if you are, I'm leaving

Zero: At least he missed the cake.

Waspinator: *looks at Dinobaby, looks at cake, looks at Dinobaby, looks at cake* Waspinator was told cake was safe....

Windstripe: That's my friend. He won't hurt you. Spazz is his mama.

Spazz: Uh. He means Terrorsaur didn't step on it, Waspy.

Waspy: *shaking head, to Spazz* No, Waspinator means Waspinator is seeing things that Waspinator should not be seeing.. and Waspinator hasn't had any strange drinks, only cake

Terrorsaur: *getting down off the table, but showing decided reluctance when it comes to putting his ankles in biting range*

Rock: *blinking* Are... are you two scared? Of this little guy? *looks like he'll leave his seat and try to pick Dinobaby up, but Spazz beats him to it*

Spazz: Ohhh. *goes over and hefts the tiny little bot onto her hip* You're not seeing things. Dinobot's a baby chibi.

Windstripe: And my friend. *much purr*

Waspinator: Waspinator work with Lizard-bot... Dinobot... once, long ago. Not for long, though, because Lizard-bot was traitor. Was also bigger... This one... looks the same, but very small. Waspinator is confused.

Terry: You and me both, Waspy

Spazz: *as Dinobaby snuggles against her with a little grumble in response to her rubbing his back* Well, he died. And for some reason Primus sent him back like this.

Waspinator: *quietly* Waspinator knows Lizard-bot died. Waspinator was there. Waspinator only one left, until Dactyl-bot and... *he looks blank for a moment, but can't even recall the nickname he had for Scorponok now*

Terrorsaur: So... that's really him. Or 'a' him, anyway.

Rock: *out of seat, wonders if Dinobaby will let him pet him* I'm still not used to the idea of baby... um *he's not sure what word to use, since Terrorsaur and Waspinator consider 'robot' akin to a racial slur* mechanical babies.

Spazz: Baby Cybertronians? *offers to let Rock take the little bot* *then looks up at Terrorsaur* Yeah, it's really a Dinobot.

Elec: *snerk* I would have thought you would be after the last chibi outbreak at home. Didn't certain nieces and nephews literally cuddle you into a CR trip?

Rock: *aww, babybot! Cuddle!* *then blinks at Elec* It wasn't exactly like that!

Dinobaby: *snuggles close, curling up like a baby* Wanna see Wasp and rrrrnnn Terrorsaur.

Terrorsaur: *looks uneasy about the whole thing*

Waspinator: *also, but... nods*

Rock: *goes over closer to Waspy and Terry*

Dinobaby: *peeks at them. Isn't usually this shy, but he really wants to befriend these two and isn't sure how. Hide face on Rock!*

Waspinator: *is not sure what to think of this behavior from a Dinobot, even a bitty one. Hesitantly reaches out and pats the dinobaby on the head*

Terrorsaur: *is expecting this is where Waspinator will get bitten*

Dinobaby: *startled movement, and then looks at Waspinator with wide optics for a moment. And then... he wibbles as his little face crumples and his arms go out to the wasp bot*

Spazz: *tears herself away to get that pitcher of drink mixed, but is still watching*

Waspinator: *will end up with armload of dinobaby when Rock hands him over, sighs and hugs*

Terrorsaur: *looks at drink* Well, I think I've had enough.

Dinobaby: *quietly* I'm sorry.

Terrorsaur: *oh,... awkward... that's a couple words you don't hear around Preds often... watch him not know what to do about it*

Waspinator: *buzzes softly, hugs the dinobaby...* Most... most was stupid dragon-bot's fault. Was his plan... rest of us just... desperate enough to listen

Dinobaby: I know. *curls up small and cuddles close as Windstripe stands up and puts his arms around Waspinator's shoulders*

Windstripe: *being careful of the wings, even though he really wants to pat them gently*

Dinobaby: I... hrrn, didn't want to die.

Terry: *snerk* Who does? Do you think I dived in that lava on purpose? *isn't sure what to do about this... would have questions... and some accusations... but this Dinobot's a chibi....*

Waspy: *snuggles against the bigger baby and cuddles the smaller one*

Terry: *reconsiders and decides he hasn't had enough to drink after all*

Dinobaby: *quiet look for Terrorsaur* And rrrrrr, Megatron had no honour. *hides face again* Was sssad when I thought you were dead after we rrrrn bugged your base.

Spazz: *brings over the pitcher of drink*

Terrorsaur: *not sure he believes that one, even from a chibi - and isn't going to refill his drink, just finish off the one he started... he's still technically on the job* Why? We were your enemies then.

Dinobaby: *shakes head slightly* Can be enemy, and still remember rrrrrn camaraderie. Fought many battles together.

Terrorsaur: ... maybe. *not admitting a thing*

Zero and Storm Eagle: *refilling their glasses*

Rock: *nods slightly, looks to Elec and then up to the Dinobaby that Waspy's holding* I know what he means...

Elec: *pulls Rock back to his seat and noogies him for good measure* You didn't have a choice, 'niisan. None of us did.

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Waspinator: *pulls self out of babyguarding mode to say, softly* Is time to leave? *doesn't really want to, is watching babies*

Spazz: *smiles Waspinator* What's your bro say? *glances at the dactyl-bot*

Terrorsaur: We can stay a little longer... but we have to leave when the others are ready to. After all, we're getting paid to fly the drunks home.

Spazz: I can bring them back, and give you a bit for keeping Dinobot out of trouble.

Terrorsaur: *sighs, munches a nacho* Do you know where we live? I guess I could give you directions... *doesn't much like that, what with a Rhinox being marginally involved, but... Waspy's happy, and likes the little Dinobot*

Spazz: I know where everybody in the Nexus lives, including all the little bitty people at Aoife's place.

Terrorsaur: *notes Waspy's slipped back into babywatching* I'm blaming this all on his beast mode. It has to be some kind of wasp thing. He never acted like this before that... and I'm just glad it never happened during that whole mess in front of some of the Darkside crew... or the Maximals *he knows more than one who would have taken advantage somehow*

Spazz: *looks at Waspinator* It could be Primus giving him a gift too.

Terrorsaur: *gives her a look, because doesn't see how turning into a humming babycarrier is a gift*

Spazz: *unperturbed* Have you seen him this happy before?

Rock: *thinking about it* What kind of wasp is he? I mean, wasps and bees, some are solitary and some are in hives, and the ones in hives...

Terrorsaur: *slight frown at her* I've known him almost my whole life, so, yes, I've seen him happy

Rhinox: *comes over and picks pfX up with Shattersong's shaky assistance* Alright, lets get you two to bed. *PINpoints them away*

Spazz: Right. Okay. Then in awhile, have you seen him happy? *looks at Rock* Uh, he looks like a yellow jacket.

Terrorsaur: *not exactly sure what kind of wasp that was scanned for Waspy's beastmode* I know he makes nests out of towels....

Rock: Social wasps... the only ones that would have been outside a hive to scan would have been a female worker wasp... and I know Waspinator's a boy, but...

Spazz: Inferno thinks like a girl about kids, too.

Terrorsaur: *facepalms* He's hardly Inferno... but... we all get things from the beast mode stuff. He's guarding larva.

Spazz: *grin* And he's so cute. Um. *looks around* Zero, ride home? Teal?

Baby: *goes home. Kitty gone*

Terrorsaur: That's why I'm glad it didn't happen during that whole mess... *that and Waspy seems vulnerable like this, which is a bad way to look around preds* *knows it's a beastmode thing and not just happy Waspy tho, because normal Happy Waspy is like a kid that OD'd on pixiestix*

Spazz: Yeah. *looks back to the wasp, then returns her attention to the people she offered a ride to*

Teal: Hmm? *snuggled into a wing with nibbled hair... notes the pitcher is empty - and Eagle and Zero are both not quite out but too close to it to drink* I guess the contest is over...

Spazz: *chuckles and puts hands on Zero and Eagle* Let's get you guys back to the warehouse, anyway. *looks at Rock* Tell Terry how wasps get when someone messes with their babies.

Terrorsaur: *realizes those guys are getting other rides... * Wait, if we don't take them home, does that mean we don't get paid for this?

Axl: You so completely missed the point of this night out *rolls eyes*

Spazz: You and Waspinator are getting paid for keeping Dinobot out of trouble. *grin at Axl* Go home, nacho head.

Axl: *raspberries her... and then gets up and just steps off the edge of the bar, hovers there a sec and waits for Cinnamon so he can help her down*

Cinnamon: *decides not to remind Axl she can hover on her own*

Spazz: *snerks and looks at Teal* Ready?

Teal: *nods*

Spazz: *takes the drinkers and Teal to the warehouse*

Rock: *still thinking how to describe what happens when you poke a hornet nest with a stick, when he's never done it*

Rhinox: *is back* Will someone help me get Windstripe over to the Prime table and then get him and his family back to their base?

Rock: *has finally started describing that to Terrorsaur... so when Terrorsaur hears Rhinox....*

Terrorsaur: *squawk* Are you trying to get me killed? I'm not going near any of the babies near him until he snaps out of this!

Rhinox: ... *looks at Waspinator. Gently* Waspinator, it's time for Windstripe to go home.

Waspinator: *buzzing changes in tone a bit...*

Terrorsaur: *doesn't like that tone, realizes Rhinox being over there is probably high on the scale of Very Bad Things, sighs* I'll take care of this. Waspy...

Rhinox: *goes to the Prime table to get bots out from under the table*

Terrorsaur: *hoping Waspy won't register him as a threat to the larva, clearly not the case with Rhinox* Hey... Waspinator...

Waspinator: *sleepy bug is sleepy* Yes?

Terrorsaur: The maxi-kitten has to go home now...

Spazz: *back* *looks at Prime table* Sheesh. Lorn's gonna need a hand with that bunch.

Waspinator: *reaches to carefully scritch Windstripe, trying not to zone out again* Waspinator doesn't know where kitten-bot's home is...

Terrorsaur: I think his parents are passed out here somewhere... *slightly tense at that idea*

Spazz: *perks* Actually, Airazor's at home. I can go get her to help Lorn.

Lumine: *has slipped away at some point*

Terrorsaur: *much as he doesn't like the Maxis, his world's Airrazor and Tigatron were essentially 'born' on Earth and knew nothing of things on Cybertron... he doesn't have quite the same malice for them as some of the others. They didn't really know what they were fighting for...* That might be best. I don't think either of us can pick Windstripe up, and I don't know if you'd want us to wake him.

Rock and Elec: *are having fun looking for a way down. no, seriously, this is a game now*

Spazz: Waspinator, I'll be right back. I'm getting Windstripe's mom.

Waspinator: *has managed not to space out too badly again, nods* *quietly* ... Waspinator sorry for...

Terrorsaur: Beast mode influence? Don't be. At least it wasn't back then. And it wasn't as bad as when Inferno rearranged what was left of the Darkside's cargo area and tried to insist Megatron needed to lay eggs in it....

Spazz: *gone. Back a few moments later with Airazor, who immediately combines with Tigatron*

Tigerhawk: *one much larger bot now, so is much less drunk! Will fly over to the table where Windstripe is, then move slowly and peacefully as they approaches the smaller table*

Waspinator: *yeep, uneasy buzzing... but... this one is kitten-bot's parent, so is just slightly wary*

Terrorsaur: *doesn't even recognize that form, but remembers something from Waspinator's reports on the end of the Beast Wars, now just confused*

Tigerhawk: *in their deep and quiet voice* Hello, Terrorsaur, Waspinator. I hear you've been keeping an eye on Windstripe.

Waspinator: Yes. Kitten-bot is here. Is sleeping.

Terrorsaur: *just staying quiet, what with an unfamiliar Maximal there*

Tigerhawk: *stoops to scoop the little one up and hold him close. Gets a soft paw pressing against their face* *chuckle* He was hoping to find you again during one of our Nexus visits.

Waspinator: Waspinator lives in Nexus... but Waspinator and Dactyl-bot stay away from... *trails off, not sure what to say*

Terrorsaur: Places where we might run into anyone familiar

Tigerhawk: I understand. But I am glad to find you both here today. Because though I know you are not from my reality, I wish to apologize.

Terrorsaur: *here's that awkward stuff again. Preds don't usually do that, and he really doesn't know how to react to it except feel vaguely uncomfortable*

Spazz: *leans over* *whisper* The right response is, "Yeah, whatever."

Waspinator: Tiger-bot and Bird-bot from our reality... didn't know what they were fighting for. Didn't know anything except what Maximals told them. Waspinator thinks... not to blame, not as much as the ones that knew.

Tigerhawk: *quietly* I did know. One half of me. The other half wanted nothing to do with the fight, but could not turn their back because then Megatron would have won. *eyes on sleeping son*

Terrorsaur: *bristles a bit at that*

Waspinator: Dragon-bot was insane, but we had no other way off Cybertron. And we had to leave.

Tigerhawk: I know. That is why I apologize now. *looks sadly at the two Predacons* Will you forgive us?

Terrorsaur: *optics narrowed a bit* I'll have to think about it... If you actually remembered how things were... then it depends on how different those things were from the way they were on our Cybertron. ... I doubt I'll ever forgive anyone who'd defend that.

Waspinator: *buzzes slightly, looks away, but nods* Waspinator hopes other Cybertron was different. Is bad enough to think ours is still the same because Dragon-bot was an idiot and plans wouldn't have worked...