Glit woke up, somewhat amazed that even though he didn't drink anymore--not engex, not high-grade, not even alcohol--he still felt like slag on the morning after a big party. "What is it, Lotor?" He rustled the kid into an awkward hug.
Lotor kissed him on the cheek. "You have to get out of bed. There's an Autobot in the kitchen!"
Glit blinked his optics. "Why is that my problem? Is he or she sick?"
"I don't know," said Lotor. "Lord Soundwave said the last one that stayed overnight here was your fault! But I told him that that was Aunt Rose."
Glit groaned. "Good for you. I don't know why Soundwave thinks I'd be dragging Autobots in off the street, but they can't get the hostel finished fast enough." He stretched luxuriously, popping his vertebrae, and jumped out of bed. "Suppose I should practise bipedal," he muttered, "even though I didn't have a full refit."
"Why don't you want to be taller like Ravage and Howlback anyway?" Lotor asked idly.
Glit laughed. "Might make it difficult for you to hug me," he pointed out, and did not mention what else it might make difficult. He padded downstairs on all four feet anyway, and didn't rise to bipedal posture till he reached the bottom of the stairs. He did not like going downstairs with only half the normal number of feet.
Soundwave was in the kitchen attempting to wake up a strange orange bot who was lying unconscious on the floor. He was playing a loud and annoying tune that made Glit's ears twitch. "Cut that racket out, Sounders, and let me take a look. And no, I did not invite this person."
The music stopped. Ravage chuckled. "Told you, my love," said Ravage in the voice Glit had learned to associate with her feminine side.
"Out," Glit said, frowning. "All of you, out. You too, Lotor."
"Can we watch Cybercats of Darkmount some more?" Lotor asked Ravage as they walked out into the common living area. "Can we?"
Glit shook his head and felt briefly sorry for Soundwave, then began to examine his patient. While checking vital signs--which were disturbing, as they didn't fall within any normal parameters--he noted that this person carried no faction symbols at all on his person. Had Soundwave just assumed this was an Autobot because he was orange? Sounders was getting sloppy. Then again, there was no way that Soundwave could've read this kid's mind, because on top of whatever else was wrong with him...he was fendered. Passed out. Dead drunk.
On normal mid-grade energon, and not whatever it was that Soundwave had been drinking when he locked himself up in the office with Megatron and then came out with silver paint all over his knuckles and a scrap-eating grin.
That was when he noted the complete lack of proper diagnostic ports through which to check to see if the kid's FIM chip was working.
"Slag," he said under his breath, and commed Howlback.
His other sister picked up immediately--sounding cool and calm and absolutely not hung over, despite having been pretty hammered herself last night. "What is it, Glitterbomb?"
Glit growled. "There's a strange kid, a NAIL, wandered into the party last night and passed out on the kitchen floor. I need to get him into the infirmary, and he's too big for me to lift. Can you send someone?"
"I'll send Clobber."
Clobber appeared moments later, chipper and cheerful as ever. "Do I gotta be extra careful?"
Glit shook his head. "I'd appreciate you being normally careful," he said, "but no need for spinal strut precautions."
Clobber lifted the strange bot easily and carried him into the infirmary. Glit pulled out a seldom-used old diagnostic scanner only to discover that the kid had no FIM chip at all and his fuel tanks were very unhappy.
The kid was also lacking numerous other normal ports and functions. Including, for some reason Glit could not fathom, anything even remotely resembling an interface array. But even more unsettling than that was the complete lack of anything resembling a normal spark signature. The metal was also strange. It wasn't durasteel, or adamant, or uru...his scanners couldn't even recognise it.
If the kid hadn't been venting, Glit might have thought this was just a non-sapient robot, or possibly an elaborate prank.
How to get this kid online?
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