More News of Teletraan; Thrust Worries

[primus_seeress]

*Auspex is attempting to study an obscure text. She is somewhat distracted, still reeling a bit about the recent events, the new friend she lost so soon, and what an enigma he was... as well as the experience of having her innate abilities boosted by a Cybertronian with Mini-Con power-augmenting energy, without the need of the specific port that no one in her universe possesses... and a new dent in the wall that needs repair, introduced by a very large helicopter Cybertronian from a very alien universe. It's... been strange lately, even for her.*

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*Not quite... Auspex adresses the remaining free-spark* Ah. Primus is calling you back... thank you for the news, Ratchet. I... can only hope, if the collective sparks can't find him, that he's... been restored to life, somehow. If-- *if he still exists? That's not terribly optimistic* --he still has access to the Nexus, he may appear there... I will keep watch for him.

*Her initial reply to Thrust is a tired sigh* You have poor grace at times, my friend.

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"Criticism nothing," says Ratchet calmly, even a little cheerfully. "There's no point in talking when I'm just wasting my breath."

Then he gently lifts Auspex to her feet and puts his arms around her, feeling their boss touch her with comfort and reassurance... and wonders at the thought that there's anticipation there too. -Just what are you doing, sir?-

"This has been hard on you," he says softly, his hand smoothing her back in a fatherly manner. "But I think it's nearly over. And remember... neither our boss or his makes any junk. Teletraan's somewhere."

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"You're a ghost, you don't breath anyway." Thrust again steps up, halfway into pushing Ratchet out of the way. "I do believe you said you were leaving?"

No. His.

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*Auspex accepts Ratchet's hug with gratitude, as she also takes in Primus's comfort, and notes his anticipation. I await your direction, my lord.

*She nods mutely at Ratchet's reassurance* I know. I only hope to see him, and hopefully in the form of one of Primus' own, to match his spark. Thank you, Ratch--

*She breaks off, turning aside a bit to stare disconcertedly at Thrust, with wide optics. She is stunned at the level of possessiveness in his emotion, and her optics flicker in incredulity. It takes a moment or two for her to recover; she holds her reaction for the time being, and turns back to Ratchet, with a nod* Thank you. I'll be all right.

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The free spark hesitates slightly as he sees her stare at Thrust. But he's being called, and he can hear other voices joining the boss's. So he gently kisses Auspex on the forehead.

And is gone.

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