For the first time in a long time, Jeimu is thankful for her mental gifts, as it's allowing her to effectively control her emotions from the Autobot kids as she watches the data stream from Endeavour that is displayed on her laptop computer as she sits under the workbench in the rear of the hangar.
They're all curled up beside her, little!Optimus in her lap, Honey and Rap and Columbia sitting beside her. Elita is on the workshop table, still inert and offline.
Things are progressing well, and by well of course, Jeimu means that Endeavour hasn't pulled a Challenger quite get and gone and blown herself up. The avionics measurements were showing that she was pushing her dynamic limits, but otherwise staying intact. She'd told the Autobots she would not tap into nor initiate any communications with or from them unless the downlink showed something was up.
After a fashion Jeimu stares at the screen.
Endeavour's downlink has vanished.
Jeimu's eyes go wide and she mouths 'oh @#$%' before grabbing her headset and initiating communication with the Autobots.
"Autobots, Nellis 1, do you copy?" Her voice is flat and professional; and, she realizes, she sounds pretty good considering she thinks she's just lost the shuttle.
It's just then that she hears the incoming transmission from them.
Oh, Endeavour was gone.
Keep a cool head. Keep a cool head. Instrumentation failure? Her cloaker acting up? Just... don't freak out. It's no good to freak out.
Then she hears Chromia's assessment of the situation and perks up slightly.
"Autobots, say again? You say you saw a teleport?" This could help. She starts mashing on the keys, thankful also that she's got an Omniversal Receiver on this laptop.
A set of coordinates pop up.
They're the coordinates for Port aux Basques, Republic of Newfoundland.
Meanwhile, back on the planet...
They're all curled up beside her, little!Optimus in her lap, Honey and Rap and Columbia sitting beside her. Elita is on the workshop table, still inert and offline.
Things are progressing well, and by well of course, Jeimu means that Endeavour hasn't pulled a Challenger quite get and gone and blown herself up. The avionics measurements were showing that she was pushing her dynamic limits, but otherwise staying intact. She'd told the Autobots she would not tap into nor initiate any communications with or from them unless the downlink showed something was up.
After a fashion Jeimu stares at the screen.
Endeavour's downlink has vanished.
Jeimu's eyes go wide and she mouths 'oh @#$%' before grabbing her headset and initiating communication with the Autobots.
"Autobots, Nellis 1, do you copy?" Her voice is flat and professional; and, she realizes, she sounds pretty good considering she thinks she's just lost the shuttle.
It's just then that she hears the incoming transmission from them.
Oh, Endeavour was gone.
Keep a cool head. Keep a cool head. Instrumentation failure? Her cloaker acting up? Just... don't freak out. It's no good to freak out.
Then she hears Chromia's assessment of the situation and perks up slightly.
"Autobots, say again? You say you saw a teleport?" This could help. She starts mashing on the keys, thankful also that she's got an Omniversal Receiver on this laptop.
A set of coordinates pop up.
They're the coordinates for Port aux Basques, Republic of Newfoundland.
"Oh, this is not very good..."