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Characters: @smokescreen, @strongarm Location: Autobot Base - Rec Room Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Thinking he's finally got some time to himself, Smokescreen finds himself meeting an Autobot from the Crown City base who's come in need of supplies. Will he be able to handle her, or will Strongarm drive him up the wall?
Or at least that's what Smokescreen had thought anyway. Ratchet had been out for a couple of days (something about babysitting a certain Wrecker), and the others had been out on patrol or with the kids. At first the young mech wasn't sure what to do with himself, but then he thought to himself.. this was the perfect time to do just about anything! He could joyride, patrol, or even just lounge around the base. In the end, he decided to settle on the latter. Hey, someone had to keep an eye on things in the base, and all he really needed to do was be there.. right?
First place he hit up was the rec room, whipping out his datapad and started 'researching', and by researching, he was just looking up funny Earth videos. Surely they had more than just that funny monkey thing that Raf was obsessed with using when it came to scrubbing evidence of their existence, right?
It had been during a video of some grumpy people playing some sort of video game that he heard a voice, a female voice, echoing through the base. Smokescreen paused the video, getting up from his seat. "Who's there..?" He didn't know this voice at all. Transforming one arm into his blaster, he took a few sidesteps towards the entryway of the rec room, peeking out. Just who was this individual?
Strongarm herself had been humming and singing softly. She was gathering supplies; the Crown City team needed it, to be honest. She knew that the Jasper team needed it too, but Crown City team was running low. Running low and not in the good way either. Not like running how low one could go at all.
She hadn't just come here for supplies, though. She had come to see Ratchet; it had been a long time since she had seen her adoptive Parens Endura and she missed being able to spend even a little time with him. The war had been good at tearing families apart like that. Though the one thing that did still bring them together was their alliance. She had chosen to honor the Autobot code.
She had been singing still in the room, when she heard the voice and squeaked.
"Friend, not foe!" She blurted. "Cadet Strongarm of the Crown City team. And you are?"
Smokescreen kept on listening as he had heard that female voice. From what he could tell.. they were singing. They didn't sound half bad, actually.. but he wasn't about to drop his guard over a pretty voice. He kept his blaster arm held up, prepared to shoot if he'd been given a reason to. There was no way that the Decepticons could have found their base, but it was better to be safe than sorry. It was then he decided to do his one sane deed for the day, and spoke up.. asking who was there.
When the femme responded, stating that she had been from the Crown City group, he reverted his hand back into his, well.. hand. "Sorry, er... Cadet Strongarm." Smokescreen stepped into the room, allowing the femme to get a better look at him. "Can't exactly be too careful, you know? There's a bunch of Decepticons out there, and I don't wanna think that they've already found our base. I kinda like this one. Oh! My name's Smokescreen. It's good to meet you." Promptly he saluted, his inner Elite Guard showing.
"So what's someone from the Crown City group doing all the way out here in Jasper?"
Strongarm herself wouldn't really call her singing good. Primus, she wouldn't even call it average. She just knew it as something she had practiced when her first Parens Endurae were still alive, before they had been killed in what she saw as the fall of Praxus. Whether it was the true fall of Praxus or not was up for debate.
She gave her own sheepish look. "Scrap happens." She laughed slightly. She would look up and down her fellow Praxian, an elite guardsman by the look of it. "I get that. I'd probably react the same if one of the Outpost Omega-1 team showed up in the Scrapyard." She then smiled. "Good to meet you as well, Smokescreen!" She saluted back, like a proper officer would.
She seemed to fidget her doorwings lightly. "Supplies, on the one hand. On the other hand, there's someone here I came to see." No need, she surmised, to say she was here to visit her adoptive Parens Endura, Ratchet. They had been visiting together earlier.
Scrap happens. Yeah, that pretty much summed things up. Smokescreen chuckled along with Strongarm, rubbing the back of his helm nervously. Primus he hoped that she wasn't gonna try to slug him for that.. but thankfully that seemed to not be the case. She'd been quite understanding, agreeing that she likely would've done the same if one of the mechs or femmes from the Jasper area suddenly showed up in Crown City.
And look at that! She was even saluting back at him! "And now we can officially say we aren't strangers anymore."
He'd asked her what she'd been doing here, not all that surprised to hear that the femme had come for supplies, but she'd had a second reason. There was someone here that she was looking for? Smokescreen thought long and hard about that one, but honestly didn't have a clue who she might've been talking about. "Well, I can guess that that someone's not me, but if it is then you came to the right place!" The Elite Guardsman chuckled softly, waving a servo. "Just kidding, but seriously, who are you looking for? Everyone's out at the moment, even Ratchet. I swear, I don't care how many times he says that he's 'playing babysitter' with Wheeljack, I just know there's gotta be something going on if he hasn't come back for good yet. Just a couple days he said, and now almost a week after coming back for supplies of his own?"
Of course, Strongarm herself could have slugged him, but that wasn't the type of bot she was. Instead, she shook her helm, facepalming with a smile. It was actually funny enough to make her have to shake her head and laugh, and silly enough to get her to facepalm at the same time. In other words--pretty funny.
"Well, this is true. And I don't have to worry about Ratchet telling me not to talk to strangers." She laughed softly.
She perked up a little. "I guess it's not hard to tell that it's Ratchet with the way I've mentioned him." She smiled. However, she gave an expression of surprise when he mentioned that Ratchet was out. "I shouldn't be surprised. He's got a lot more free time when he's not chasing after an energetic little Praxian who had a question for everything." She then gave her own sheepish look, seeming to bow with her arms in front of her for a moment. "What was he heading out for, if he told you?" She seemed genuinely curious!
"Wait.. you know Ratchet?" Maybe that had sounded a bit like a stupid question, but it just seemed weird to him. Then again, he had been the one who missed a decent part of the war because he'd been in a stasis pod for a portion of it, but still. Strongarm had been one of the Autobots with the Crown City group, so.. just how would she know him? Did he make special visits out there without him knowing? Maybe that would make sense.
Wait.. did they even have a medic of their own out there?
It was when she'd given a little bit of an explanation that things were starting to make a little more sense, and that was the part that surprised him most. He honestly hadn't caught on that Ratchet was the one she'd come to see, but it was the bit about 'an energetic little Praxian' that through him for a loop. "Little Praxian? I.. don't recall seeing one around here, unless you mean me? I mean.. I'm from Praxis. Wish I could've been there when it fell, though.."
Oh, now she was curious about what the medic was up to? "Well, he's been playing 'babysitter' for nearly a week now. Our Wrecker friend Wheeljack got himself injured, and Ratchet took it upon himself to stay with him to make sure he recovered properly and didn't try to do anything to strenuous."
Did she know Ratchet? Did she KNOW Ratchet? Of course she knew him! She was raised by him! "Of course his own daughter would know him." Wait, had she said it? You bet your sweet aft she did, Smokey! She was Ratchet's adopted daughter. Did she know Ratchet? Hah!
Her optics canted to the side. "I'm the little Praxian. I mean, I am his daughter." She then looked to him. "...I...it wasn't exactly the nicest...seeing your parents dead...kind of sucks. Ratchet adopting me...well, that didn't suck though."
Her optics widened. "Well, isn't that interesting! At least no one can say he's not an attentive medic. I'd say that's above and beyond the call of duty." She then paused. "Then again I'm an officer of the law, not a medic."
Wait.. Just what had she said? Daughter? Adopted daughter.. of Ratchet!? That old grump!? Never in a million stellar cycles would he have pictured a kid of his turning out to be someone like Strongarm. She seemed so much nicer, but then again, there was that whole adopted thing. Maybe this came from her creators, or.. yeah. Now it was just getting confusing.
"Wow. I, uh.. I didn't know Ratchet had a kid. I mean, not that I don't believe you or anything. I, uh.." Primus this was getting even more awkward the more he tried speaking. You'd think the way he was acting that he'd never spoken with a femme before in his entire life. Smokescreen rubbed the back of his helm, glancing aside for a moment as if to escape the moment ever so briefly. It only got worse when Praxus had been brought into the conversation. Primus. "Yeah.. I can imagine that it would, aside from the adopting part. I wasn't even there when it happened. I was already well on my way to train with the Elite Guard."
Though if anything, she seemed quite interested in what her adopted Parens was up to. The young mech was quite curious himself, and could only think more of the situation than it was, especially given how suspicious it all seemed. Ratchet had been gone for days, aside from the times he would return briefly for energon or supplies. "I gotta say, he's probably one of the best medics I've ever seen, if not the best. I say you got pretty lucky to have someone like that as your adopted Parens Endura."
Smokescreen stretched, leaning back a little before grinning to Strongarm. "Say.. Crown City's quite a ways away from here, right? Why don't you relax a bit while you're here?" He turned around, motioning for her to follow him back into the recreation area of the hidden base. "You like watching Earth stuff?"
Of course some of her chipper nature came from her creators! But that wasn't the typical Praxian temperament, except maybe the obsessive-compulsive rules-lawyer thing. She couldn't help it though! Rules kept things going properly! And that wasn't something bad, right? Right?
"I think neither of us really advertise it much in case of 'Cons." She looked to him sharply. It was really the only reason they didn't reveal it very much; she knew the Decepticons would cause a lot of trouble for BOTH of them if they knew father and daughter. "When what happened? The fall of Praxus?" It had been so long that so many details had gotten jumbled. She was sure her parents had died back then, but they might have died before the fall of Praxus. It was just too confusing. Even for HER.
Her face grew bright. Interesting that he was out and about. He'd always been more of a homebody as far as she remembered. "Extra lucky. I remember he was taught by a great medic himself, but...I haven't seen the medic who taught him in a long time. Can't even remember his name but it sounded very...medical. Like, that winged mech was meant to be a medic or something." She then paused. "I hope that doesn't sound awkward to say, of course."
He did have a point. It was a long way and she had just gotten here not too long ago. And she could always use the groundbridge to get back to Crown City when the time came. "I suppose I could. I mean, there's always the groundbridge here to get me back quickly and safely with the energon." She then paused. "You won't tell Lieutenant Bumblebee about this, right? And...you like law shows like police procedurals and judge shows, right?"
That was actually a pretty smart idea, not broadcasting it to the world. That way one couldn't be used against the other unless some freak coincidence accident happened. The case of 'how did you know' quickly followed by a 'because you just told me'. However, Strongarm definitely was confused as to what Smokescreen had been referring to. It had partially been his own fault anyway, not stating what he had missed out on.
"Yeah.. I was training to be in the Elite Guard when it happened. I heard all about it from the officers during one of our regular mealtimes and I just.. felt so horrible. Like I should've been there and that I alone could've made the difference. I mean.. Praxus was my home too. I know now that as young as I was, nothing would have changed."
Smokescreen wasn't sure what it was, but for whatever reason the thought of someone teaching Ratchet all the medic things just seemed like such a weird concept. Ratchet was supposed to be the greatest (and grumpiest) medic there was, so for there to be someone who taught him all those things.. he could hardly imagine what such a mech would be like! Grumpy? Happy? Crazy? Heck if the young bot knew. "A seeker medic? That's gotta be a first for me, but I won't argue. He must've been one amazing medic if he's the one that taught Ratchet everything that he knew, not to mention you seem kinda fond of him. But don't worry. I don't have a problem with him being a seeker. I think that's pretty cool actually, and unique."
Strongarm looked like she wanted to stay for a bit, though at the same time she seemed a bit apprehensive about it. She didn't want Bumblebee to know, and all Smokescreen wanted to know was chuckle. He missed that yellow mech sometimes, and if he knew Bee half as well as the others he knew that he would want Strongarm to rest up before coming back.
"I can't say I've really watched anything like that, but I know a lot of these fun 'shows' that are on the human internet that play these Earth games. Like.. these grumpy people.. and this human with the same name as one of our human allies, and this guy who keeps changing his hair color every time I watch a new thing of his." Smokescreen grinned, going to his listing of human internet media that he had on his datapad. "Anything strike your fancy? Or.. I could maybe try one of those shows of yours?"
Strongarm felt her wings flick down. Her optics darted down, then up. "And I know I couldn't have made a difference if I tried. All I could do was...press into two cold frames until a gentle hand touched my shoulder. Ratchet's hand. The first few orns were rough. I was stubborn. Very stuck in rules. Kind of happens when your creators are both enforcers." She gave the faintest of small smiles. They were the reason she became an enforcer; idols like Prowl and some of the best of Team Prime were the reason she had worked hard to STAY an enforcer.
She gave a soft smile. "He was just a little bit older than papa even. Don't worry though. He's an Autobot. One of the few fliers among our number." She then giggled and fluttered her wings slightly. "Sometimes Ratchet would have to take me to classes with him when he couldn't get someone to sparkling-sit me and that old mech was just so nice. He was almost like...oh, what did Russell call it? A 'grandpa'. Like...the papa of a papa type thing. That was how Russell explained it."
She just didn't want to disappoint her commander. And Bumblebee was not someone she wanted to disappoint, of course. It just sounded like she was a real rules lawyer. But she really needed the break away. Sometimes the Crown City team could drive her nuts in between Grimlock who was on probation, Sideswipe being a punk, and the Decepticons in that area being downright pains in the aft.
"Oh! Kind of like that girl that has a bird commando avatar and calls people 'tweethearts'?" She had watched a few Let's Players herself, mostly the girls. "Oh, and the kittycat girl who I know also plays with the grumpy people? Actually I also think the commando bird girl does too, she's a conjunx endura to one of the grumpy people too..." She then paused and looked at the datapad, then seemed to give a small grin.
"Hey, the green-haired guy is doing a law game, isn't he? One with papers? Let's watch him play that!"
An apologetic look took it's place on Smokescreen's face as he listened to Strongarm. Primus.. she really did go through a lot. Cold frames would have meant offlined soldiers, and she was stuck right in the middle.. until she was saved by Ratchet. "Primus, I.. I'm sorry." It was the only thing that he could say to her. He was sorry that she had to go through all of that, and it made him wish that there was more that he could have done back then.
See, Elite Guard? This is why he wanted to fight!
The thought of an Autobot seeker was pretty awesome, he had to admit. Though the though of being Ratchet's teacher did scare him a little bit. Regardless it seemed that Strongarm was fond of him, and that meant that Smokescreen would give the guy a chance should he ever get to meet him. "You mean Ratchet had to take you to medical school? That must've been awkward... but I bet you learned a lot! Man.. I didn't mean for that to come out as rude as it did."
Thankfully she did want to stick around and watch stuff on his datapad. She seemed to be just as familiar with these 'lets play' people as he did, and only grinned as she started naming some of them off.. even though he wasn't as familiar with the female ones. "Yeah! And there's also that guy who wants to fist bump everyone when he ends a video, and a whole bunch of others. But yeah, anything that you wanna watch, I think I'd be game."
...Naturally, she went for the one that involved law.. and papers. Oh, this was gonna be fun.
"Sure! We can watch that one." With that, Smokescreen pressed the play button, and the game began.
Strongarm swallowed hard. Her creators themselves had been police--it was why she had chosen to become one herself. She bit her lip at his words and looked to the side shyly. She didn't know if she wanted to say that he didn't have to be sorry, or if it would be poor form. She hadn't always been the most social of bots, not by a mile. She was still learning it every time.
She started laughing softly. "Well, I did learn first aid, when I wasn't trying to nap against Ratchet or quiz him on words, or watching him practicing the procedures as shown. It was all so fascinating at times but sometimes I was a little tired." She giggled softly.
She would lift her wings brightly. For a moment they flicked down at the mention of the fist-bump guy, but then perked up when he mentioned he was game for anything. When they started the videos, he was curious with the wings flicking up in excitement.
"...Did he just DETAIN that guy?" She was starting to giggle.
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