Nexus. Safe house. First blood.

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Scatters: *all but dragging the blue femme(who really wasn't that much smaller than him) by the wrist towards the safe house*

Show: Urgh....whoever came up with that method of transportation...*looks a bit queasy*

Safe house: *is very quiet when they come in*

Scatters: *doorwings droop* Guess we beat her here....

Show: Her?

Scatters: *nods* Yeah...Mistfire...*gets a doofy look on his face as he thinks about the pink, purple, and yellow femme*

Mistfire: *powers up slightly from where she's laying on her berth in one of the sleeping cubicles. Blinks at the rafters and then turns her head to look through the open door* ...Somebody say my name?

Scatters: *GLEE* I'm back! I got the gal who's interested in that info you got...^^

Mistfire: *moment of silence* Great.... Don't suppose either of you know repair work?

*Scattershot or Showtime might notice the energon all over the floor*

Show: *frowns* How bad did you get damaged?

Scatters: *fret, fret* Can I kick the fragger's aft?

Mistfire: Direct hit to the tank... and I think I have a couple dings.

Show: *Frowns, sighting the energon on the floor* I can patch the hole in your tank, but it'll only be a temp job...*digging supplies out of her subspace*

Scatters: *moves to see for himself how badly Mistfire is hurt*

Mistfire: *laying very quietly on her berth, covered in energon. There's a hole about the size of a human fist punched through her armor. Her hand is over it, but it seems like everything that was in there is out already... all over her internal works as well as the floor and the berth*

Scatters: *doorwings flick, but his expression is one of relative calmness*

Show: *low whistle* What hit ya? *trying to be cheerful as she starts working on Mistfire, cleaning up the spilt energon*

Mistfire: *quietly, still not losing her cool* Dunno. I didn't see it. It knocked me on my face and sent me... skidding, and then I hit the 'return' button.

Show: *scowling* Looks like something powerful...*carefully applies a patch to the larger hole on Mistfire's tank* Okay, can you sit up? I need to check your back....

Scatters: *frowning* Who did you go talk to?

Mistfire: *still calm* Can't really move.

Show: *frowns, glances up at Scatters* Oy, help me get her up to a sitting position...I'm going to call Ratchet if this injury is as bad as I think it might be....

Scatters: *nods and moves to assist Show in getting Mistfire upright*

Mistfire: *winces slightly* Just... low on... en... er..... *limp*

Show: *curses and begins working on cleaning up the hole in the more colorful femme's back, before applying another patch to her tank*

Mistfire: *silent but for small beeps from systems warning about stasis lock*

Scatters: *frets, trying to think of what to do*

Show: hey, doof, go get some energon, and bring it here.

Scatters: *blink, nod, scurries off to get a cube. Grabs the cube of high grade that Nemesis had given to Mistfire, and heads back to the two femmes*

Show: *trying to remain calm* The walking opticsore will be back soon...*gently* Think you can drink, or will you need a line hooked up?

Mistfire: *unresponsive other than the flicker of her optics*

Scatters: *sits down nearby*

Show: *frowns* Looks like she'll need a line hooked up...I'm...I'm not sure what to do...

Scatters: Here...*manipulates one of his secondary lines until the sealed end is poking out through a gap in his armor*

Show: *hesitant* I...I can't do this...I'm not a medic...*fretting, doorwings almost vertical*

Scatters: *frown, would be biting his lip if he were an organic*

Mistfire: *loses track of them as her optics shut down, followed by her audio receivers*

Scatters: *hesitantly tries one of his frequencies* //This is Neutral Scattershot, requesting medical assistance...if there are any medics within range, please respond.//

ntbRatchet: //This is Autobot Ratchet. What is your position?//

Scatters: *relaxes a little, and transmits the coordinates*//There is one injured, and the other Autobot we have here did a patch job, but the injured party is almost in stasis lock, and is in need of energon...Neither the other Autobot nor myself are medically inclined.//

*the main door to the safe house flies open then, and a mountain of reconfigured yellow emergency vehicle strides in, a huge black and white dog dancing around his feet and yammering excitedly*

Show: *doorwings almost vertical, she has to fight the urge to reach for her weapon* We're back here. *Calmly, but at a louder volume than she uses normally*

Scatters: *flinches a bit*

Ratchet: *walks over, telling his dog to lay down* I know. Have you got some energon there already?

Scatters: *holds up the cube of high grade*

Show: Yeah...the opticsore with the doorwings brought it. *slightly sarcastic tone*

Ratchet: *nods and starts pulling equipment out of his storage compartments. In moments Mistfire is hooked to the cube and the energy is being pumped into her tank as he repairs the rest of the damage and cleans out the rest of the mess*

Mistfire: *shocky jolt as she comes back online* Ughh....

Ratchet: *softly* Easy. You're safe, and your friends are here.

Scatters: *flutters doorwings, moves closer*

Show: *chuckles, amused at Scatters' actions* Yeah...just take it easy...I think your mechfriend is going to fritz out in a bit though....

Scatters: *glares at Show*

Ratchet: She's going to be fine.

Mistfire: *turns head slightly and looks blearily at Showtime* Do you want that information?

Show: It can wait. I told the guys that I was going to be out of range for awhile, tracking a lead, so I'm not expected back for at least two days...*smiles a little, though the smile doesn't quite reach her optics*

Mistfire: You'll have to wait for a long time unless you stop giving my friend a... *wince, droop a bit for a moment as fuel touches a mended place in her tank* ... hard time.

Scatters: *nods to Ratchet* Thanks for coming....

Ratchet: Hrmm.

Show: Hey, he hasn't been around the Autobot base in over a week. I haven't had anyone besides the yellow menace to pester... and even that gets old after awhile.

Ratchet: *gives her a stern look* Stop upsetting my patient.

Mistfire: 0.o *somebody just spoke up on her behalf, wts?*

Show: Yessir*hunkers down, fearing a wrench to the helm*

Scatters: o.O *eyes Ratchet* Teach me how to do that?

Ratchet: Sixty vorns of being a diplomat. *lays Mistfire back* Someone bring me more energon.

Show: *gets up and heads out of the sleeping area* Hey, is this stuff free? *eying the energon tank and mugs*

Scatters: *trying not to fuss over Mistfire, as that more than likely wouldn't help the situation*

Ratchet: *one hand not ungently pushing the mech aside* For those who need it.

Scatters: *noise of protest*

Show: *returns with a mug filled with energon*

Ratchet: *takes the mug and hands it to Scattershot, then nods to Showtime to follow him as he leaves the cubicle and heads for the biggest couch. The dog hops up as he clicks to it and tags at his heels, murmuring softly*

Show: *follows Ratchet*

Ratchet: *sits and picks up the dog* What do you know about what happened here?

Show: Not much...The pink mech is a Neutral who landed shortly after I did in Detroit. He approached me while I was on patrol, and informed me that he had some info I might be interested in. He's an information trader as well as a parts dealer...his file indicates that he's an Academy dropout from a remote colony, and that he primarily does business with other Neutrals, and Autobots. As for the femme? I'm not sure about her history...I can't help but feel like she's familiar in a way...*quietly*

Ratchet: *nods. Also quietly as he gently scratches the dog's ears* So he's homeless?

Show: I don't know...The femme might be, but for some reason, I don't think the mech is.

Ratchet: Hmmm. Would you go sit in the bar for a few clicks?

Show: Sure thing...*heads out the door and to the bar*

*meanwhile*

Mistfire: *watches Ratchet and Showtime leave, still a looking a little surprised*

Scatters: *slightly grumbly mood, mutters how he was just worried*

Mistfire: *blinks and looks at him, then reaches out a reassuring hand as she gives him a fainter version of her usual smile* How about giving me some of what you have in that mug? My tank feels like my throat is cut.

Scatters: *hands the mug over* I just...I was worried about you...and I still want to know who shot you...I want to have a bit of a talk with them....

Mistfire: *takes mug and props self up, then uses her other hand to touch his arm reassuringly as she chugs energy*

Ratchet: *watches Showtime go, and then leans back slightly to see into the cubicle* Excuse me.

Scatters: *raises doorwings, hesitantly* Hmm?

Ratchet: Could you come here for a few clicks?

Scatters: *nods, getting up after making sure Mistfire is comfortable, and heads out into the main area*

Ratchet: *gives him a very slightly stern look, as though over spectacles* You know that this place and this fuel is for those who have no other options?

Scatters: *frown* I only came here because Mistfire needed someone to get her back here last night after she konked out in the bar. I don't know where she's from, or whether or not she has anyplace to go....

Ratchet: *frowns himself* I was under the impression that you and the injured femme had an understanding.

Scatters: I've only known her for a couple of days... the first time I came to the nexus was the same day she was created, from what she told me... I have no idea who her creator is.... *he sighs a bit* This is going to sound stupid, but I'm crazy about her... I want to keep her safe... even though I get all nervous and stuff when I'm around her...I'd rather behave like a younger mech with his first partner and still be around her, than not be....

Ratchet: *frown deepens, but then turns to surprise as he sees Mistfire walking slowly up*

Mistfire: *red optics meet his blue ones* I don't have anywhere else to go. The bot I was made from doesn't want anything to do with me. Hormah told me to come here.

Ratchet: *expression lightens slightly, and his brow plates lift* Did she. *nods* She generally knows what she's doing.

George: *yammers softly in support of what his master just said*

Scatters: *Fret, worry, moves to support Mistfire if she needs it* Can I kick his aft, please?

Mistfire: *quietly* I don't even know who did it.

Scatters: I meant the bot who you came from.

Mistfire: *blinks* Lockdown? ...Do you think you could?

Scatters: *sly grin* I may look like just a pretty face...but there's more than that in here...*he taps his chestplate, just over his spark chamber*

Mistfire: But from what I've read about him he's been bounty hunting as long as Ratchet's been medic-ing.

Ratchet: *makes throat clearing sound and gets to his feet* Rest. One of my people will probably be here tomorrow, if you need anything. *turns and walks out, carrying dog*

Mistfire: ... Remind me not to cross him without backup.

Scatters: *chuckles, and moves to guide Mistfire back to a berth* Hey, chin up... I didn't survive this long without picking up a few tricks.... *makes a mental note to clean up the berth Mistfire was laying on earlier* I'm gonna get a few things taken care of... and then I'll be by tomorrow... we can go pester people outside.... ^_^

Mistfire: *lets herself be guided, feeling glad for the contact. Being hurt like this has shaken her confidence a little* Where's the blue Autobot? I didn't imagine her, did I?

*then she looks down* My paint....

Scatters: I know a guy in Detroit... that's one of the things I'm going to take care of. And as for the blue 'Bot? She's....

Show: Right here. I'm gonna head back for now.... Your friend knows where to find me....

Scatters: *nods* Yeah... just rest for now, and I'll drag the 'Bot back here tomorrow... then we can go pester people, or whatever you want to do....

Mistfire: *slight inward frown as she settles onto the berth* Alright.

Scatters: *gentle hug for Mistfire*

Mistfire: *returns it, sighing slightly* Thank you.

Scatters: Get some rest.... I promise, I'll be back here tomorrow.

Mistfire: *silent nod as she lays down and curls on her side. She's not sure what to say now, the near stasis lock followed by high grade are dulling her senses and pulling her toward stasis. And uncertainty is making it hard to look at Scattershot.*

Scatters: *frowns a bit, unsure what to say or do for the moment, before Showtime comes in quietly and gestures that he should probably head back to his home*

Mistfire: *looks at her, then manages a little smile for Scattershot as she shutters her optics*

Scatters: *doorwings droop a bit as he's guided out of the room by Showtime*


((co-written with femme_is_a_mech))