Transformers-'verse. Near the mouth of the wormhole. Slapdown on a slimeball.

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The space near the mouth of the wormhole was silent and empty but for the jet that hovered a safe distance from its mouth. Occasionally a bit of drifting junk would get sucked into it, but nothing else moved.

Then four mechs appeared out of nowhere; two burly black ones, a yellow one with red markings, and a femme that shone blindingly white in the unfiltered light of the sun.

Instantly the jet shifted position, creeping near. //Autobots! What do you want?//

//You,// said the yellow one grimly, folding his arms over his chest. //You've killed your last Autobot, Starscream.//

//And who's going to take me?// The jet's voice was mocking. //You don't even have any who have aerial modes.//

//Oh don't we?// The yellow one gave a clear smirk despite the relative immobility of his face.

And then she decloaked....

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He reaches for the next engine with one hand and points to Rover with the other. "Stop that."

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Rover steps back and puts his hands on his hips, now very indignant. Clearly these two don't understand a thing he's saying! It's not like he's speaking Dutch or anything.

He can't emote, but underneath that cheery blank fishbowl face, he's scowling deeply. If they hurt Miss Shuttle, he'll be angry with them, and that just... won't be a good thing.

He lifts his leg and kicks Ratchet.

Then falls over.

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Ratchet quickly scans the little guy as he gets the engine in place, looking for damage. As if Dev being hurt wasn't bad enough. She's fond of Rover and if the symbiont's hurt she won't be happy.

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Rover's not hurt, he's just sitting on his aft and grumbling in his babble-language. Every so often he tilts his head and gestures toward Endeavour.

Then, all of a sudden, a word makes its way through the babblement.

"...crazy." Another head tilt and he points his finger right at Ratchet.

Of course, it sounds like it's being spoken by a chipmunk who's inhaled a lot of helium, but...

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Ratchet blinks, then turns his attention back to lifting up the last engine. "He's been around you too much."

Yes, he's feeling better enough to snark a bit at Jeimu. And hoping that the snarkage will distract her a bit from her fretting.

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"You. With the yellow paint. Shut up." Jeimu hops out of the second engine bell and into the third as it gets moved into place.

"And he's right." Her voice echoes from inside Dev's interior aft. "You are crazy."

A few more minutes pass by and she extricates herself from the engine housing, and helps to replace the plating that covers the engine wiring.

"So. Is she good to go soon?"

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If he weren't in a hurry to get Dev back online, and wary of giving Jeimu's baby more stress he'd have retorted, but as it is he only nods and runs a last scan before saying, "Step back."

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Her eyes slide open and she groans loudly.

"...Ow."

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"Shhh." Ratchet kneels beside her and strokes her head. "Just take a moment while you reboot, Dev."

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She rolls over to her side and puts a hand over her mouth. For some reason her systems are telling her to dump fuel; and she's trying very hard not to make a mess of her love's workshop.

Since, you know, he's more of a neat freak when it comes to his 'shop than she is.

However, for all her willpower she can't ignore her systems, and the floor of the workshop is suddenly covered in half-reacted energon.