Nexus. Arcee's room in the safehouse. Meeting Kia

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Arcee sighs and creaks to her feet, then limps over to her desk and sets the little Bumblebee doll next to the little Ratchet. "Well, that didn't work. Let's hope Ratchet has a better plan, because I don't like how your engine sounds, kid."

As expected there's no reply from the little silver being under her berth, and she sighs and leaves the room to go wait in the common room and see if there's anything worth watching on TV.

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She gives him a sheepish look as she shuts off the television and gets up. "Sorry. Most people just walk in, and I'm worried about the kid. Her engine seems to have developed a hitch while I was gone."

The room's large, dotted with couches of various sizes, and with a counter along one side that bears all the signs of an energon dispensing station. Along the other side and the back are a set of ceilingless rooms, one of which bears a scribbled out blot of sharpie marker.

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"I'll take a listen to it and run a scan. That'd be the easiest way to start a diagnosis in this case, I think." He eyes the scribbles with a raised optic ridge a moment before shaking his head. "Well, shall we see if we can get her out to even run a scan in the first place?"

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Arcee nods and leads the way into her room, which is as bare as the apartment had been before it, everything stuffed away in the cupboard. Forgetting about the two dolls on the desk, she limps over to the berth and peers underneath. "Hello again, Kia. I don't know what you're holding onto back there, but it seems to be affecting the television reception."

Not even a rustle answers her.

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As Ratchet follows her into the room, he can't help BUT notice both dolls on the desk. He figured she had one that resembled him, but actually seeing it in the plush makes his faceplate heat up a bit. Shaking it off as Arcee tries to talk Kia out from under the berth, he watches and listens as the attempt ends up failing.

"Somethin' she's doing is fouling up reception? Huh." Ratchet frowns and resists the urge to peer under the berth as well. No sense scaring the young femme with a secondary presence that up close and personal in addition to Arcee. Rather, he makes sure he's a couple paces back and simply sits down, treating the situation as he does when meeting smaller beings in the Nexus by removing some of the intimidation factor. "Kia, can you let us know if you're alright under there? My name is Ratchet. I'm a doctor friend of Arcee's. We're just worried about you."

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Arcee frowns as the soft glimmer of the youngbot's big optics winks out, and then curses softly and crawls under the berth herself. It's the work of a moment to pry Kia's hand off the cable it had been glomped onto, and then she's trying her best to back out without losing hold of her.

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Eh, he'd hoped it wouldn't come down to actually prying the youth out from under the berth, but it looks like that's what it will take. Given there isn't room for him to get by and under the berth as well, Ratchet extends his magnet pincers and activates them, aiming for the berth itself. Slowly, the piece of furniture lifts up until it's a good extra ten or so feet in the air.

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The little femme... she seems to be a little smaller than Bumblebee... is still in Arcee's arms as the older femme straightens to her knees and frowns down at her. Her shell- she has no armor to speak of- is soft matte silver that contrasts sharply with the tires on her knees and feet, and she bears no full resemblance to any standard Cybertronian protoform line.

"Slag...." Arcee shakes her slightly. "Kid? Kia?"

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"Back up a bit so I can set this thing down, then lay her on the berth so I can get a better look at her. Quick, now..." Ratchet waits until the two are clear, then lowers the berth to the floor before regaining his feet and lowering his exam lenses. "How long had she bee under there? Do you know anything about where she came from or why?"

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Arcee moves as best she can, but then offers Kia instead of trying to rise. "I can't get up while I'm holding her. That knee still likes to glitch."

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Ratchet nods and takes Kia into his arms, lifting her up onto the berth and laying her out. He immediately scans her vital signs, knowing that if he's got an emergency situation on his hands, at least he can PINpoint back to Detroit with Kia and Arcee in tow to better handle the problem.