Transformers' verse: Nellis AFB - The Workshop

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She's not sure how she got the energon warm, but it was delightfully satisfying as she sipped it on this cold late morning.

Someone really should have told Endeavour that deserts can get cold, because she certainly wasn't expecting to wake up to a frosted-over compound - not to mention the fact that she had to use lock de-icer on the Workshop outer door earlier today. It was substantially warmer now that the sun was up, but it was still a little chilly.

Didn't stop the kids from going outdoors and having Ratchet explain more of the mysteries of the planet to them, though. She wonders just how he's keeping track of all four of the younglings out there, and shakes her head in wonder. Changing her position slightly in her chair, she stares down at her companion, who has likewise chosen to partake in warm drinks.

"It's quiet."

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//Now what?// he repeats distractedly from beneath the sparkling pile in the courtyard.

Elita's optics light faintly and she turns her head toward the movements that she senses.

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She growls slightly - it's not like him to be this distracted, and plus, she'd sent along the incoming data with her message.

//Elita's coming back online,// she says brusquely. //So what do you want me to do?//

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//Sorry.// He tries to get out from under the heap of youngsters, then sighs and gives up. //Talk to her. Let her know where she is, who you are, and who else is here.//

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//But I'm not a doct-// She growls again, this time louder, but leans over to look into the femme's dim optics.

"Hi," she says quietly. "Looks like you found us all. Just - move slowly for now. Don't worry, you're not in any danger here."

She tilts her head and waits for some kind of response.

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Elita blinks at her, then frowns with the effort of focusing, though it doesn't show on her rather crude face. "(What...? Oh... Starscream....)"

She growls softly, causing Uzulee's eyebrows to shoot upward.

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"(Is now... dead,)" Endeavour assures Elita, switching from English to Cybertronian smoothly. "(My name is Endeavour, and you're in the medical bay of the Autobot stronghold located on Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada. The human is Uzulee; she's one of our allies.)" A wry smile falls over the shuttle's face. "(At present, we have... well... a lot of your comrades living here.)"