Nottabeater 'verse: Aunty Support
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notxpected.livejournal.comArcee hummed a soft tune to her tiny daughter, trying to settle her for the night as she sits by her best friend, frowning and looking at her friend. As Firefly finally settles she reaches out, touching Bee's shoulderplate.
"You ok?"
"You ok?"
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lumina-mechnics.livejournal.com((From here))
Random follows the larger mech with his passengers into the bar, not really wanting to be the first one in.
Once he is in, however, he looks around slowly, trying to be casual, but he ends up returning his gaze to a certain spot in one corner of the bar . . .
Random follows the larger mech with his passengers into the bar, not really wanting to be the first one in.
Once he is in, however, he looks around slowly, trying to be casual, but he ends up returning his gaze to a certain spot in one corner of the bar . . .
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notxpected.livejournal.comArcee's engines roared as she shot into the air, going straight up and crying out gleefully as she landed roughly, spinning out and laughing maniacally as she spun in circles. //Seriously, you can't hope to beat that airtime, Bee,// she crowed, slowing for a moment before wobbling and flopping over.
Up by the base Forge watched them, blinking and arching an eyebrow and shaking his head as the two roared around the desert, acting like fresh recruits and the tomboys they still were at heart.
Up by the base Forge watched them, blinking and arching an eyebrow and shaking his head as the two roared around the desert, acting like fresh recruits and the tomboys they still were at heart.
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Arcee grimaces as her spark gives another flare. //I'll... never... be up to speed... again. ...Worn out. Worn out.//
The outside door opens, followed by heavy footsteps and an exclamation of surprise in the voice of the big yellow Ratchet. "Columbia, what did you do to this place?"
"Um... it didn't look like this when we left it, Dad. I don't know what happened... here. Somebody's hurt."
"Hrrrm, I see that. Stay here." The footsteps approach the room.
And Kia crawls under her berth.
Arcee grimaces as her spark gives another flare. //I'll... never... be up to speed... again. ...Worn out. Worn out.//
The outside door opens, followed by heavy footsteps and an exclamation of surprise in the voice of the big yellow Ratchet. "Columbia, what did you do to this place?"
"Um... it didn't look like this when we left it, Dad. I don't know what happened... here. Somebody's hurt."
"Hrrrm, I see that. Stay here." The footsteps approach the room.
And Kia crawls under her berth.
mamaBeeverse. Nellis AF base. Dance
May 16th, 2008 09:37 pmrandom_xtrasThere's music coming from the rec room. That's nothing new, nor really is the spectacle that accompanies it.
Soundwave is dancing.
Alone, his optic band intent, the scarred mech is bobbing, twisting, and somersaulting his body in breathtakingly impressive breakdance moves, his every move in sync with the remix that Rap made for him from music he'd found in the Nexus. He is one with the music, his true calling once more shining through after millenia of being other than he was created to be.
The music ends, and his dance finishes as he brings his mind back from memories of one who vanished before Earth was born to look at the audience he's acquired. He tips his head to the applause, then lets out something that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle.
"Who will challenge the lord of the dance?"
Soundwave is dancing.
Alone, his optic band intent, the scarred mech is bobbing, twisting, and somersaulting his body in breathtakingly impressive breakdance moves, his every move in sync with the remix that Rap made for him from music he'd found in the Nexus. He is one with the music, his true calling once more shining through after millenia of being other than he was created to be.
The music ends, and his dance finishes as he brings his mind back from memories of one who vanished before Earth was born to look at the audience he's acquired. He tips his head to the applause, then lets out something that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle.
"Who will challenge the lord of the dance?"
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random_xtrasArcee walked into the rec. room, sighing as she sat down and closing her optics as she relaxed into the smaller of the Transformer sized couches, mentally rebuilding after her trip to the Nexus.
There was a startled movement, and a robot about her own size turned his masked and visored face toward her from where he sat on the other end of the couch. He was brightly coloured with predominantly red and blue, and his body bore the marks of old burn scars... and a Decepticon logo.
Arcee started, drawing her crossbow instinctively before she paused, remembering something Bumblebee had said.
"Er... Soundwave?" she guessed.
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There was a startled movement, and a robot about her own size turned his masked and visored face toward her from where he sat on the other end of the couch. He was brightly coloured with predominantly red and blue, and his body bore the marks of old burn scars... and a Decepticon logo.
Arcee started, drawing her crossbow instinctively before she paused, remembering something Bumblebee had said.
"Er... Soundwave?" she guessed.
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random_xtrasRatchet: *head and shoulders in a tank he's repairing* Columbia, stop storming the supply cabinet.
Columbia: ... *pout*
Ratchet: *hand comes out of the tank* Do you see my nine sixteenths ratchet?
Columbia: *blink blink, but hands it over*
Ratchet: Thanks. *work work work*
Rap: *peeks in, absently shaking a can of spray paint* Sup, lil' C?
Columbia: I'm not allowed to build anything. *still pouting*
Rap: Why not?
Columbia: Dad doesn't want me in the supply cupboard.
Ratchet: *absent blink* I didn't say that. I only asked you to stop attacking it.
Rap: *looks at spray can. Looks at Ratchet's aft. Griiins*
Columbia: I wasn't. I was trying to reach the top shelf.
Ratchet: *starts to withdraw himself from the tank, only to yelp and hit his head as Rap spray paints his nether region* Rap!!!!!!
Rap: *gone* *laughing*
Columbia: *trying hard not to laugh*
Ratchet: *now wearing an Autobot logo on his aft and a thunderous scowl on his face as he stands and rubs his head*
Dev: *pops in* Nice.
Ratchet: *sighs and reaches for paint remover* That's Jazz's kid alright.
Columbia: ... *pout*
Ratchet: *hand comes out of the tank* Do you see my nine sixteenths ratchet?
Columbia: *blink blink, but hands it over*
Ratchet: Thanks. *work work work*
Rap: *peeks in, absently shaking a can of spray paint* Sup, lil' C?
Columbia: I'm not allowed to build anything. *still pouting*
Rap: Why not?
Columbia: Dad doesn't want me in the supply cupboard.
Ratchet: *absent blink* I didn't say that. I only asked you to stop attacking it.
Rap: *looks at spray can. Looks at Ratchet's aft. Griiins*
Columbia: I wasn't. I was trying to reach the top shelf.
Ratchet: *starts to withdraw himself from the tank, only to yelp and hit his head as Rap spray paints his nether region* Rap!!!!!!
Rap: *gone* *laughing*
Columbia: *trying hard not to laugh*
Ratchet: *now wearing an Autobot logo on his aft and a thunderous scowl on his face as he stands and rubs his head*
Dev: *pops in* Nice.
Ratchet: *sighs and reaches for paint remover* That's Jazz's kid alright.
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random_xtrasStarforge looks up from where he's building a bunk in one of the spare rooms of what will be he and Arcee's new quarters. "Hunter! Knock it off. Now."
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random_xtrasThere are two couches in the common room of the hanger. One is large enough to accommodate an over thirty foot mech comfortably.
Optimus is sprawled on the smaller one, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he holds a datapad in one hand and cuddles an armload of Elita and sparklings with the other. He doesn't look away from the huge plasma TV as he hears someone PINpoint in. "Welcome back, Ratchet. Arther Ryan called while you were out, and asked that you contact him as soon as possible."
"Oh so now he calls," growls the CMO. "Well, he's too late. I've already taken the other offer."
Then he pauses and looks at his alt, aware of the dusty concrete floor scattered with toys, the Transformer-sized DDR game in the corner, and the drunken black pickup sleeping it off in the courtyard behind them. "Welcome to the base."
Optimus looks up quizzically.
Optimus is sprawled on the smaller one, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he holds a datapad in one hand and cuddles an armload of Elita and sparklings with the other. He doesn't look away from the huge plasma TV as he hears someone PINpoint in. "Welcome back, Ratchet. Arther Ryan called while you were out, and asked that you contact him as soon as possible."
"Oh so now he calls," growls the CMO. "Well, he's too late. I've already taken the other offer."
Then he pauses and looks at his alt, aware of the dusty concrete floor scattered with toys, the Transformer-sized DDR game in the corner, and the drunken black pickup sleeping it off in the courtyard behind them. "Welcome to the base."
Optimus looks up quizzically.
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random_xtrasOptimus sat beneath the tree on the overlook and stared down past the feild below it, his optics seeking toward Mission City as his CPU went over the information he'd just been sent.
Elita stirs slightly from where she's sitting next to him leaning against his leg, and he looks down, one hand going around her tenderly as he thinks how much better she's looking with Ratchet's repairs and upgrades.
Speak of the devil....
Ratchet wanders over and lowers himself to the ground with a sigh, then belts Ironhide in the leg as that worthy mech slaps him in the head in passing.
Elita stirs slightly from where she's sitting next to him leaning against his leg, and he looks down, one hand going around her tenderly as he thinks how much better she's looking with Ratchet's repairs and upgrades.
Speak of the devil....
Ratchet wanders over and lowers himself to the ground with a sigh, then belts Ironhide in the leg as that worthy mech slaps him in the head in passing.
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nottabeater.livejournal.com((continued from here))
Sam chuckles, his open face holding a semi-rueful grin. "Yeah, kinda. I've been here a lot with 'Bee and the kids."
There's a small beep, and Honey opens her optics and turns her head, then gives a happy squeal when she sees the humans.
And Sam's face lights right up as he holds out his arms. "Heyya, Honey! Wanna come see Uncle Sam?"
The fact that the sparkling's taller than him by a few inches doesn't seem to have regestered at all.
Sam chuckles, his open face holding a semi-rueful grin. "Yeah, kinda. I've been here a lot with 'Bee and the kids."
There's a small beep, and Honey opens her optics and turns her head, then gives a happy squeal when she sees the humans.
And Sam's face lights right up as he holds out his arms. "Heyya, Honey! Wanna come see Uncle Sam?"
The fact that the sparkling's taller than him by a few inches doesn't seem to have regestered at all.
jeimu.livejournal.comShe looks up at her husband the moment her feet hit the ground. The air is slightly cool; dusk has fallen and there's the distinct aroma of salt on the air. Typical seaside night.
"So," she says quietly, "what exactly did you say to him?"
"So," she says quietly, "what exactly did you say to him?"
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jeimu.livejournal.com"The last time I did this," Jeimu grunts as she walks up to the compound gate with bags and boxes in hand, "I was fresh from space and couldn't walk. Now I really should be thinking of the baby, but I'm sure she's tough..."
She looks over her shoulder at Jav and Vic, who are managing the several casserole dishes and tinfoil-covered pans of food she's also brought along rather well.
"Hey!" she calls out. "My hands are full, I can't ring the doorbell!"
Of course she could do it telekinetically, but she's feeling lazy.
She looks over her shoulder at Jav and Vic, who are managing the several casserole dishes and tinfoil-covered pans of food she's also brought along rather well.
"Hey!" she calls out. "My hands are full, I can't ring the doorbell!"
Of course she could do it telekinetically, but she's feeling lazy.
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go-endeavour.livejournal.comShe'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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random_xtrasThe space near the mouth of the wormhole was silent and empty but for the jet that hovered a safe distance from its mouth. Occasionally a bit of drifting junk would get sucked into it, but nothing else moved.
Then four mechs appeared out of nowhere; two burly black ones, a yellow one with red markings, and a femme that shone blindingly white in the unfiltered light of the sun.
Instantly the jet shifted position, creeping near. //Autobots! What do you want?//
//You,// said the yellow one grimly, folding his arms over his chest. //You've killed your last Autobot, Starscream.//
//And who's going to take me?// The jet's voice was mocking. //You don't even have any who have aerial modes.//
//Oh don't we?// The yellow one gave a clear smirk despite the relative immobility of his face.
And then she decloaked....
Then four mechs appeared out of nowhere; two burly black ones, a yellow one with red markings, and a femme that shone blindingly white in the unfiltered light of the sun.
Instantly the jet shifted position, creeping near. //Autobots! What do you want?//
//You,// said the yellow one grimly, folding his arms over his chest. //You've killed your last Autobot, Starscream.//
//And who's going to take me?// The jet's voice was mocking. //You don't even have any who have aerial modes.//
//Oh don't we?// The yellow one gave a clear smirk despite the relative immobility of his face.
And then she decloaked....
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random_xtras((Morning after the Ratchet fixing.))
It's dark and still in Ratchet and Endeavour's room. All is calm, all is quiet....
Till something blows up massively in the front courtyard.
Ratchet goes from soundly offline to sitting up and ready to roar at Ironhide, only to stop short as he remembers that such vocal exertions might startle a certain unborn spark and cause her mother discomfort. Instead he listens to Jazz scolding and looks down at his sparkmate to see how she reacted to the explosion.
It's dark and still in Ratchet and Endeavour's room. All is calm, all is quiet....
Till something blows up massively in the front courtyard.
Ratchet goes from soundly offline to sitting up and ready to roar at Ironhide, only to stop short as he remembers that such vocal exertions might startle a certain unborn spark and cause her mother discomfort. Instead he listens to Jazz scolding and looks down at his sparkmate to see how she reacted to the explosion.
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random_xtras((Happens after Vanessa's arrival, but before the gasoline incident))
Coppelia appears in the air above the Transformer base and looks down at it, enjoying the freedom of unrestricted flight as she waits for her pupil to come out for her daily lesson. Her short-cropped black hair blows in the wind of her wings and she absently tosses her head, her mind going to the latest child to disappear from her home reality.
-Starsinger, keep her, und help her stay true. Help her remember the song in her heart vherever You lead her.-
At least the base looks peaceful, though she can hear a human voice that hasn't been there before. A woman, precise and kindly, though frustrated. Coppelia listens to her, and also for some sound of Endeavour.
Coppelia appears in the air above the Transformer base and looks down at it, enjoying the freedom of unrestricted flight as she waits for her pupil to come out for her daily lesson. Her short-cropped black hair blows in the wind of her wings and she absently tosses her head, her mind going to the latest child to disappear from her home reality.
-Starsinger, keep her, und help her stay true. Help her remember the song in her heart vherever You lead her.-
At least the base looks peaceful, though she can hear a human voice that hasn't been there before. A woman, precise and kindly, though frustrated. Coppelia listens to her, and also for some sound of Endeavour.
teh-rest.livejournal.comWhen she stepped off of the Cessna and walked out onto the flight line at Nellis AFB, Vanessa Raymond didn't know what to expect.
She'd dealt with the military before - as an aide to the Secretary of Defense, such dealings were an inevitability. However, when one threw giant alien robots into the mix, things got decidedly weird.
She wondered if her training in forensics was going to come in handy at all here. She was used to blood spatters and DNA samples, dead bodies and mysterious causes of death. All she had in this case was one human victim who had already been buried (cause of death? bullet wound from standard M-24 US army-issue sniper rifle), and a mechanical victim who... well, she hadn't exactly figured that out quite yet.
The plane's engines shift from idling to silence and it's only then that Vanessa heard the rumbling of another engine.
This was from a very large, very good-looking Peterbilt big-rig, with a custom paint job that was almost comical. She grabbed her luggage and strode purposefully over to it.
"Afternoon," she said, standing below its driver-side door with a grin. "Mr. Peters."
She'd dealt with the military before - as an aide to the Secretary of Defense, such dealings were an inevitability. However, when one threw giant alien robots into the mix, things got decidedly weird.
She wondered if her training in forensics was going to come in handy at all here. She was used to blood spatters and DNA samples, dead bodies and mysterious causes of death. All she had in this case was one human victim who had already been buried (cause of death? bullet wound from standard M-24 US army-issue sniper rifle), and a mechanical victim who... well, she hadn't exactly figured that out quite yet.
The plane's engines shift from idling to silence and it's only then that Vanessa heard the rumbling of another engine.
This was from a very large, very good-looking Peterbilt big-rig, with a custom paint job that was almost comical. She grabbed her luggage and strode purposefully over to it.
"Afternoon," she said, standing below its driver-side door with a grin. "Mr. Peters."
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