She switches lines, but not before giving little!Optimus a hug.
"Alright Cos. I'm not lying."
"Never said you were. We have good news. She's inbound and pinging, but she's telling us she's not going to make it to Gander. Something about structural damage."
"Are you getting any downlink? Any data with her communications."
"Yes, but we can't decode it."
"Can you patch me through?" More clacking on the keyboard as Jeimu opens up a new instance of the signal reception program.
A moment's silence, and suddenly Jeimu's screens are full of the familiar charts and numbers that denote Endeavour's inner workings. She doesn't have her drone, which is worrying, but -
Thud. It was too early for the other Autobots. Chances were that the first hit was Dev's drone.
Her eyes go back to the screen. It's still not good news. Dev's flight surfaces are barely controllable and there's no way she's going to be able to lower her flight gear.
"Dev, it's Mu, d'you copy?"
A grunt through static. //'m here.//
"Listen, you know you're not getting gear down, right?"
//Mmm hmm.// The shuttle sounds drunk. Jeimu frowns and Columbia whimpers. //Don't worry.//
"Alright, just go where NRAF tells you as best you can, okay?"
//Sure thing!//
A switch back to Theta. "She's so screwed up right now. I don't think she'll make Channel Head, much less Gander."
"She told us she should be able to make the TCH."
"You're going to shut down the highway?"
"Sal's already on it."
"...frickin' sweet."
"We'll report once she's down. Her ETA is about ten minutes."
Jeimu worries the corner of her lip. "When she lands, don't touch her. I'll send some of her comrades along as soon as they make land here."
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She switches lines, but not before giving little!Optimus a hug.
"Alright Cos. I'm not lying."
"Never said you were. We have good news. She's inbound and pinging, but she's telling us she's not going to make it to Gander. Something about structural damage."
"Are you getting any downlink? Any data with her communications."
"Yes, but we can't decode it."
"Can you patch me through?" More clacking on the keyboard as Jeimu opens up a new instance of the signal reception program.
A moment's silence, and suddenly Jeimu's screens are full of the familiar charts and numbers that denote Endeavour's inner workings. She doesn't have her drone, which is worrying, but -
Thud. It was too early for the other Autobots. Chances were that the first hit was Dev's drone.
Her eyes go back to the screen. It's still not good news. Dev's flight surfaces are barely controllable and there's no way she's going to be able to lower her flight gear.
"Dev, it's Mu, d'you copy?"
A grunt through static. //'m here.//
"Listen, you know you're not getting gear down, right?"
//Mmm hmm.// The shuttle sounds drunk. Jeimu frowns and Columbia whimpers. //Don't worry.//
"Alright, just go where NRAF tells you as best you can, okay?"
//Sure thing!//
A switch back to Theta. "She's so screwed up right now. I don't think she'll make Channel Head, much less Gander."
"She told us she should be able to make the TCH."
"You're going to shut down the highway?"
"Sal's already on it."
"...frickin' sweet."
"We'll report once she's down. Her ETA is about ten minutes."
Jeimu worries the corner of her lip. "When she lands, don't touch her. I'll send some of her comrades along as soon as they make land here."