The Idiosencrazies Of Transformers

Whiplash nodded and clicked. "Alright, we'll go in just a minute..." True to her name, Whiplash spun, dropped a whip from her arm and snapped it out to catch her mates leg, giving a hard yank to pull him off the stool.

Sunstreaker walked up then.

Nightstrider gave sunstreaker a small smile, letting her hands drop away. "Hiya, Sugar. Whats up?"

Sideswipe landed with a yelp, pouting. "Whiplash~ that was mean! I was just admiring the craftmenship of your aft~"

Sunstreaker kissed her softly. "What's wrong? You haven't been yourself lately."

Whiplash cackled at him and fell over, rolling about as she laughed.

Nightstrider kissed him back and then sighed. "I havnt been feeling well." she admitted. "I figured it was one of those little viruses that just have to run their course." she grimaced, her plates shuttering as she pressed a hand to her stomach again, antenna's going ridged. "I spend most of my hours trying not to purge out everything I've eaten for the past millennia."

Sideswipe pouted. "So mean!"

Sunstreaker felt himself bristle a bit and settle. "I think we need to see Ratchet."

Whiplash eventually calmed down and giggled.

Nightstrider sighed softly. "Probably." She took another step back and blanched. "Hold that thought." She turned and fled the rec room. Her tanks had initiated a backflow, and there was no stopping it now. She made it to the femmes rest rooms and to a waste bin before she gagged and purged, her plates shuddering, as her stomach practically turned itself inside out. She dropped to her knees as her abdomen cramped up, and she purged again. Whatever it was that made her ill, it wasn't happy with her breakfast.

Sideswipe chuckled and then paused, watching his brothers femme flee. "What's wrong with her?" he whirred.

Sunstreaker tore after her but went no further as he waited outside, clicking and pulsing worry over the bond.

Whiplash was up and out the door quickly, worried for her friend.

Nightstrider coughed and gagged loudly, vomiting again into the bin, her systems whining as she pressed a hand against her stomach, resting her helm on her arm. She vented harshly, trying not to purge again, even as her tanks practically leapt into her throat.

Sideswipe rolled to his feet, following his mate swiftly towards the bathrooms.

Whiplash yanked Sunstreaker out of the way and rushed inside, clicking rapidly. "Are you okay? What happened?" She began firing off questions quickly.

Sunstreaker was a little stunned by this and growled but let it slip.

Nightstrider coughed and gagged again, purging into the bin. "Purged..." she groaned, when she could. Her stomach heaved sensitively, and she rubbed it gently as it knotted up beneath her fingers.

Sideswipe strode up behind his twin, trilling softly. "What happened, bro?"

"Should... should I get Ratchet to come here? Or can you make it to the medbay?" She whispered, rubbing her back and doorwings.

Sunstreaker huffed. "Hell if I know. She ran off and started purging," He clicked.

Nightstrider coughed again with a soft groan. "Give me a bit." she rasped softly. "I'll be okay... my tanks just need to settle." Whiplash's fingers felt good, soothing her slightly, as her mostly empty tanks rolled.

Sideswipe frowned. "She's not sick, is she?"

Whiplash nodded and continued rubbing her back, helping her to settle down as she waited for her to settle.

Sunstreaker deflated a little bit. "I'm not sure.."

When her tank had settled, Nightstrider sighed and flushed the waist recipial. Standing up, she pressed a hand to her face and flattened her antenna's. "Ugh..." she groaned. "Lets go before it hits again..."

Sideswipe frowned. "She's a tough broad; she'll be okay."

(Skype? O.o?)

Whiplash nodded and helped her to stand and wrapped an arm around her to help her out the door.

Sunstreaker nodded and perked when the door opened.

(I'm about to pass out DX I just got off work a bit ago)

Nightstrider leaned on her, but kept one hand pressed to her stomach. She cast her mate a soft look as they exited the bathrooms, swallowing softly. "Sorry for bolting." she rasped softly.

Sideswipe clicked softly, wondering if he should let his brother help Whip move her, or if he should.

Whiplash handed off Nightstrider to a worried Sunstreaker but stuck close in case she needed to help, casting her mate an apologetic look.

Sunstreaker immediately wrapped his arms around her.

Nightstrider tucked her warm face into his neck with a soft moan. "Ratchets... please?"

Sideswipe sidled up next to Whiplash, smoothing a hand over her doors. "Its okay. She's probably just got a little virus."

Sunstreaker nodded and easily scooped her into his arms, quickly striding to the medbay.

Whiplash nuzzled him and nodded, somehow doubting that it was a simple virus.

Nightstrider shuddered at the vertical to horizontal shift, the sudden movement jostling her sensitive tanks. She locked her throat shut tightly, repeating to herself, 'Do not purge on Streaker.' over and over again. Her door wings lowered downwards, and her antenna disappeared to blend in with her helm.

Sideswipe tugged his mate along quickly behind, keeping pace with his brother so he could open the door for him when they got to the med bay.

Sunstreaker clicked and apologized to her quickly, nuzzling her helm softly as he walked, stopping just outside the door to wait for his brother.

Whiplash followed at a brisk pace.

She only responded by tightening her arms around her midrift, trying to avoid purging again. She felt it building quickly, overwhelming.

Sideswipe opened the door quickly, calling for Ratchet as he did so. he let his brother in, and then waited for his mate's much shorter strides to catch up.

Sunstreaker rushed inside and set her on a berth, grabbing a waste bin for her as they waited.

Ratchet came bustling out. "Whats going on?"

Whiplash hurried in after him.

Right about the time the waste bin reached her, Nightstrider purged into it with a disgusting sound, her armor shuddering loudly as her wings hiked up onto her back quickly.

Sideswipe shut the door after his mate, addressing Ratchet. "She got sick in the rec room, but we had to fetch her from the femmes rest rooms." he said. "She might have a minor virus, but we want to make sure its nothing too bad." They all knew about her mud runs, and Sideswipe wondered if it was possible to get an illness from the organic sludge.

Sunstreaker whined and rubbed her back for her.

Ratchet immediately strode over and began checking the femme over, clicking and grumbling to himself. "How long has this been happening?" He was well aware of the fact the twins had bonded to their femmes by now.

Whiplash leaned into him.