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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-He doesn't remember me.- Elita stares at the ceiling, not looking at Ratchet as he comes to stand beside his sparkmate. -I worked for so long to come back and be with him again, and now he doesn't remember.-

"(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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"(That's correct. They do fade. We just don't know when.)"