randomplaces | Nexus; Blue's Bar; It suckeths having siblings

Silverbolt: *wanders over to the bar in Blue's and sits with his head on the counter*

Psych: *nursing high-grade* 'Sup.

Silverbolt: *mumble* ...sister....

Psych: Know the feelin'

Silverbolt: ...all three in different directions.....

Psych: *shudders* I only have one, thank Primus *slides cube of high-grad over*

Silverbolt: *lifts head slightly and looks at it* samesparked?

Psych: Twins You?

Silverbolt: like I say. Samesparked. It split five times

Psych: Quintuplets? Woah

Silverbolt: *quietly bonks head on counter*

Psych: Sooooo... high-grade?

Silverbolt: What is it?

Psych: High-grade energon? Good to get overcharged

Silverbolt: *intregued* You can do that? Why?

Psych: Because it's better than feeling your sister acting all cutesy with somebody

Silverbolt: *winces* Or swinging your brother out over a cliff

Psych: *snorts*

Silverbolt: Air Raid and Skydive are doing just that. *puts face in hands, then grabs the drink and downs it*

Psych: *snorts* Why?

Silverbolt: *drops the cube and flails slightly* So they could throw him further!

Psych: *fails* *busts up laughing*

Silverbolt: *groans and puts head down again*

Psych: *giggling* *was already kinda tipsy* Why're they throwin' him?

Silverbolt: For the fun of it... *small unhappy sound* And now he's barrelrolling

Psych: At least he can fly?

Silverbolt: urk....

Psych: Urk?

Silverbolt: They're going after him. And barrel rolling.

Psych: *waves a hand* Ah, they're just having a little fun

Silverbolt: Aiiii..... Hey... where's Fireflight? Ohhh... so that's where the overcharge went

NekoHitori: Psych: Hmm?

Silverbolt: She's... smoked

Psych: Smoked?

Silverbolt: Zapped? Singing about flying bunnies

Psych: Whaa?

Silverbolt: She's overcharged

Psych: *snorts* And she's flying?

Silverbolt: Thankfully, no

Psych: Oh. Well, what's she doin?

Silverbolt: She's sitting in Ratchet's lab... he's really giving her funny looks

Psych: Oooooo... The Hatchet's got her...

Silverbolt: The plane she was made from wasn't flight worthy, so he needs to fix her. I just didn't know she was there already

Psych: So how'd she get drunk?

Silverbolt: From what I just drank

Psych: Really?

Silverbolt: *turns and looks him in the optic, obviously totally sober*

Psych: ... No fair.

Silverbolt: I guess we're not totally split yet, or something

Psych: Hmmm... *uses bond to check on Gen*

Gen: *is currently nuzzling Cali*

Psych: Weird.

Silverbolt: *sighs and puts chin on fist as he starts mumbling again. apparently the sisters and brother who were flying have landed*

Psych: You don't act like you're used to the bond

Silverbolt: I'm not used to anything. Six hours ago I was a plane

Psych: *sputters* Six hours? *grabs back the high-grade* Gimme that!

Silverbolt: *nods and goes 0_o*

Psych: Why didn't you tell me you were just a kid?!

Silverbolt: Kid?

Psych: Kid, child, sparkling, youngin', whatever you wanna call it

Silverbolt: I'm new, but I'm not mentally inferior

Psych: Says the guy that got his sister drunk

Silverbolt: ....>_>

Psych: *air of 'told you so'*

Silverbolt: I'm still not a sparkling

Psych: You were just activated!

Silverbolt: And we've seen our first fight, too

Psych: Fight?!

Silverbolt: Yeah, you know, shoot at the Decepticons and don't get shot?

Psych: *does not compute* But... Six hours!

Silverbolt: *quizzical look*

*if Silverbolt looks closely, he should see a lack of faction symbols*

Silverbolt: *sees, but is too new to understand that it has any signifigance*

Psych: *is still mind-flailing* You're... But... Who's bright idea was that?!

Silverbolt: They attacked us, so we fought.

Psych: *still giving him a 0_0 look*

Silverbolt: What?

Psych: You could've ran!

Silverbolt: Great, and gotten shot in the back? It's bad enough Dieheard thinks I'm a lugnut!

Psych: But you didn't have any training! At all! Whatsoever!

Silverbolt: We knew what to do. And we won

Psych: ... *turns back to the bar* Fraggin' war...

Silverbolt: *just looks at him oddly for a few beats, but then takes the cube of low grade that Blue passes him and sips at it* So... you have a twin sister... any older brothers?

Psych: No. Just us.

Silverbolt: Ah. *stares moodily at his drink and resumes wincing*

Psych: Why'd you think I have any brothers?

Silverbolt: I was just wondering. Because we have one. And I don't think he likes me.

Psych: You do? Why?

Silverbolt: Why what?

Psych: Why do you think he doesn't like you?

Silverbolt: Oh. *looks down and frowns at his drink* He looked at me funny.

Psych: ... He looked at you funny. That's it?

Silverbolt: He wouldn't have looked at me like that if he didn't think I was some kind of misfire.

Psych: Hm... Well, who is he?

Silverbolt: Created by the same mech that used the Allspark fragment to create us... only he's made from Prime's spark and tech... he's a hero. His name's Diehard.

Psych: *snooooooorts*

Silverbolt: *scowl* You want to take that energon through the wrong port, buddy?

Psych: Diehard? *starts giggling*

Silverbolt: *scowl turns to confusion* Yeah.

Psych: *giggle giggle* He's... *snort* named after a freakin' movie! *giggle*

Silverbolt: Huh?

Psych: *is now leaning on the bar, giggling madly*

Silverbolt: If that's overcharged... I don't want to play.

Psych: *sneeeeeeeerk*

Silverbolt: *suddenly looks up, over Psych's shoulder, and then snaps to attention*

Deep, rather familiar voice from behind Psych: Is there a problem, Silverbolt?

Silverbolt: No, sir.

Psych: *is still giggling, though is winding down*

*beeeg finger rests on his shoulder as that voice asks with good natured sternness* Do you have a problem with my brother?

Psych: Hee hee. Not at all *snerk* Diehard, was it?

Diehard: *pause, and then quizzically* Yes?

Psych: *starts giggling again*

Blue: *walks by and takes his last drink away from him*

Psych: Hey... *pouts*

Diehard: Are you going to share the joke?

Psych: Oo! Oo! Say "yippi ki yay, @#%$%&#@"!

Diehard: .... I'd rather not.

Silverbolt: 0_o

Psych: Come on...

Diehard: *frowns at him*

Psych: Some Bruce Willis you are...

Diehard: *hits the wifi for a reference* *brows lift* Ah.....

Silverbolt: Sir?

Diehard: *shares the data*

Silverbolt: 0_0

Psych: Saaaaaaay iiiiiiiiiiit...

Diehard: I don't use profanity.

Psych: *smirks* Well, why the #$%$#%#@ not?

Diehard: Personal choice.

Silverbolt: Wait... Ironhide watches that stuff!

Psych: He would

Diehard: So that's why he said what he did to Menasor today.

Silverbolt: I think so.

Psych: Oh, did he say that you were a Bruce Willis man?

Diehard: No, he used he quote that you asked me to say.

Silverbolt: Just before Menasor blew him into the next county.

Psych: *snooooooooooooooorts*

Silverbolt: And then Superion blew him into five counties.

Psych: *is still laughing at the Ironhide part*

Gen: *slinks into Blue's and makes her way over to Psych*

Diehard: *looks at the laughing mech, then turns and puts a hand on his brother's back* Are you ready to come home now? *notices the femme and gives her a polite nod, but then turns back to Silverbolt. It's pretty obvious that Silverbolt misread that look. Diehard likes his younger brother just fine.*

Gen: *nips Psych in the ankles; time to go, drunky*

Silverbolt: *looks up at Diehard with a bit of surprise at his tone, but then looks at the little green feline femme and back to Psych* You must be his sister. My condolances.

Diehard: 0_o

Gen: Mreeeeeew.

Psych: Hey... No fair with the bitey.

Diehard: *is now looking at brother funny, but then turns back to Gen himself* Do you need any help, Miss?

Gen: *another nip on Psych's other ankle*

Psych: All right, all right, I'm goin'. *makes to stand*

Gen: Mrow. *got it covered*

Diehard: Alright. *slight smile, then turns back to Silverbolt* Come on, before you get any of the rest of the gestalt overcharged.

Silverbolt: *sheepish as he hovers up from his stool* Yes, sir.

Psych: *half-hearted wave* Later, dude

Silverbolt: *nods to him and then he and Diehard turn toward the door, only to stop as Diehard freezes and looks down at himself with wide-eyed dismay* What is it?

Diehard: Do you see her?

Silverbolt: *blinks, then blinks again and starts looking at him closely, checking under the overhanging bits of his armor* Bumblebee?

Diehard: Yes! I just heard her squeak!

Gen: Mrow? *walks over to sniff*

Diehard: *trying to sense that tiny life next to his own* Bumblebee? Say something so we can find you? I can't have crushed her.... *his voice shakes slightly*

Gen: *sniff sniff listen listen*

*teeny tiniest of little squeaks from under the edge of a plate on Diehard's back*

Silverbolt: *checking under his brother's leg armor*

Diehard: *frozen, afraid to move and praying very hard*

Gen: *jumps onto Silverbolts back* *sniff sniff* Mow?

Silverbolt: *startles and turns his head to look at her* Yes?

Gen: *bats at Diehard's back with a paw; under there*

Silverbolt: *flies up in the way she indicated, then glances back for further directions*

Gen: Maow. *listen listen*

Bumblebee: *silent now as she slips into recharge, though her little mouth is busy with her thumb*

Gen: *sniff sniff* *bats back again; there*

Psych: *is watching*

Silverbolt: *pokes his fingers under there, trying to feel*

Bumblebee: *notices* Squeak!

Diehard: *low gasp*

Gen: Mrr!

Bumblebee: Squeak?

Psych: Methinks you found her

Silverbolt: But I can't reach her... how did she get in there?

Diehard: *wishes he knew*

Gen: Mrow? *take off the back armor?*

Silverbolt: *turns automatically to her twin* What did she say, Psych?

Psych: Try taking off his back armor. If you can poke her, she can't be too deep

Silverbolt: Diehard?

Diehard: Do it.

Silverbolt: *looks at it closely* How?

Psych: There oughtta be some sorta panel you can remove

Silverbolt: Okay... but I don't think I have the data I need....

Blue: *hops up on the bar with a sonic screwdriver in hand* Move, kid. That one?

Gen: *bats the panel*

Blue: *waits for Silverbolt to move and then removes it carefully, only to let it and the screwdriver fall as she catches the tiny, rather greasy, chibi.* Wow... you're nearly as little as Tradeoff's Sewercons.

Bumblebee: *sleeepy eyes*

Gen: *jumps off Silverbolt*

Bumblebee: *Sees her and recognizes her and starts flailing and waving and squeaaaaaling!*

Blue: Wow!

Gen: Mow?

Psych: *waves* Hiya, Bee!

Blue: Somebody take this and hand me back the panel and my screwdriver?

Diehard: *looks over his shoulder with surprise* You know her?

Silverbolt: *does as Blue asked, only Bee starts to cry, which makes him go 0_o()*

Gen: *trots back, jumps up, and sniffs at Bee*

Bumblebee: *faceglomps Gen*

Diehard: ... she seems to know you.

Gen: Mrooooow! 0_0

Bumblebee: *pickame pickame pickame pickame....*

Gen: *kitty nibble kiss*

Bumblebee: *pickameeeeeeee!*

Diehard: *reaches around and does so, only to wince as the bittybot starts to wail* We'd better get her back to Dreadnought and Jazz.

Gen: *one more kitty kiss, then jumps down*

Diehard: *holds the wee one near his spark as he looks at Psych* You know Bumblebee? *turning to go as he asks*

Psych: Yep

Diehard: Ah. *decides to ask Jazz and Dreadnought* Well, thank you for helping us rescue her.

Silverbolt: *wincing* Sir, let's just get her back. If they know her they won't mind. Really.

Diehard: *grins at him slightly and nods to Gen, then goes*

Gen: Maow! *bye!*

Psych: *waves* Later

Blue: So, who's paying the tab?