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randomplaces2007-12-21 07:59 pm
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Transformers' verse: Nellis AFB - The Workshop
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."
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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Then she calls after Uzulee, "How'd they manage that?"
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//I called Jazz. Bumblebee's gone to look in the Nexus.// Ratchet sits up and grumbles. //She took my PINpoint.//
"(Is something wrong with Jazz and Bumblbee's sparkling?)" Elita frowns.
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She looks over at her sparkmate with a twinkle in her optics. //Well, you'll just have to keep it somewhere secret from now on, won't you?//
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Elita's energy is fading, but she has questions still. "(Optimus... Jazz says he's not well...?)"
The concern and love in her voice is clear, as is the longing.
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Oh great. Now what do I do?
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She looks at Elita and winces.
Oh I am so dead.
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"(It's going to fade,)" says Ratchet hurriedly as her vital signs flicker slightly. "(Jazz says these things aren't permanent.)"
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