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[healthyspaceforlife]

Teeth health is not just about having a dazzling smile; it's about nurturing an essential part of our body that impacts our overall well-being. From the sparkle in our eyes to the confidence in our laughter, healthy teeth play a significant role in how we express ourselves. In this article, we embark on a journey to explore the depths of teeth health, understanding its intricacies, and discovering the secrets to maintaining vibrant smiles.

[hellborg]

It’s frankly absurd that eye and dental insurance are luxuries that not every job covers.

Your eyes, you know, your ability to see. Especially for people with glasses, we can’t choose to not wear glasses? So what then? We just go blind. Keep an old prescription and just let our vision deteriorate?

Dental health, despite what so many think, is so so so imperative to your overall health. Dental emergencies can lead to detrimental side effects and in extreme cases death.

Health insurance should be free and universal period. But as someone unemployed and in desperate need of eye and dental insurance it’s even more frustrating. even IF a miracle happens and I get a job, the likelihood of it providing eye and dental is incredibly low.

[hayatmed]

Dental Implants in Turkey: Tips for a Smooth and Successful Experience

Are you thinking of dental implants after having a tooth extracted? Dental implant surgery can be a transforming procedure. It restores your smile and allows you to eat your favourite foods without restriction. The first choice among individuals for dental implants is always Turkey. The dental implants Turkey offer a blend of affordability and quality. But, for a successful and smooth process, you must be careful about this. Here are some helpful tips that will help in a smooth experience:

Consult Your Dentist: Your dentist will be able to determine whether you are a healthy candidate for dental implants and address any questions or concerns you may have.

Review Your Medical History: Inform your dentist about any pre-existing medical conditions or medications that may have an impact on the procedure's success.

Quit Smoking: Smoking has been linked to an increased risk of implant failure, so quit at least two weeks before surgery.

Plan Ahead: Make arrangements for transportation on the day of surgery, and if necessary, take time off work to rest and recover.

Follow Pre-Surgery Instructions: Your dentist will provide specific instructions on what foods and drinks to avoid before surgery, as well as how to properly.

By following these tips, you can ensure a smooth and successful dental implant surgery experience!

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Exploring the Aesthetic Benefits of Dental Implants in Oakville

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Restoring Facial Aesthetics

Facial aesthetics play a crucial role in one's overall appearance, and dental implants are instrumental in restoring the natural contours of the face. Unlike traditional alternatives like dentures, dental implants provide a permanent solution that preserves facial structure and prevents the sagging often associated with missing teeth.

Why Choose Dental Implants in Oakville, ON?

Oakville boasts a reputation for providing top-tier dental services, and choosing dental implants in this region ensures access to high-quality materials and skilled professionals. Dental clinics in Oakville,ON , including White Lily Dental, are equipped with state-of-the-art facilities to deliver exceptional aesthetic results.

Aesthetic Advantages over Traditional Alternatives

Compared to traditional alternatives like dentures, dental implants offer unparalleled aesthetic advantages. Implants look and feel like natural teeth, providing a seamless and aesthetically pleasing solution. The long-term benefits also contribute to a more youthful and vibrant appearance.

The Process of Getting Dental Implants

The journey to enhanced aesthetics through dental implants begins with a comprehensive consultation and assessment. This initial step allows the dental team to create a personalized plan, ensuring the implants not only restore function but also align with the patient's aesthetic preferences.

Customization Options for Aesthetic Appeal

One of the key factors contributing to the aesthetic success of dental implants is the ability to customize various aspects. Patients can choose the size, shape, and color of their implants, ensuring a natural and harmonious blend with existing teeth. White Lily Dental, in particular, emphasizes this customization to meet individual aesthetic goals.

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Client Testimonials on Aesthetic Transformations

The true measure of the aesthetic success of dental implants lies in the experiences of patients. Real-life testimonials from individuals who have undergone the procedure at White Lily Dental showcase the transformative impact on their aesthetics, instilling confidence and radiance.

Technological Advancements in Aesthetic Dentistry

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Educational Outreach on Aesthetic Dentistry

White Lily Dental takes a proactive approach to educate the Oakville community on the importance of aesthetic dentistry. Outreach initiatives include seminars, workshops, and informational campaigns to promote awareness and understanding of the aesthetic benefits of dental implants.

Conclusion

Exploring the aesthetic benefits of dental implants in Oakville, ON unveils a world of possibilities for individuals seeking not only functional but also visually appealing solutions to missing teeth. With White Lily Dental leading the way in aesthetic dentistry, residents have access to transformative procedures that enhance confidence, restore facial aesthetics, and contribute to a vibrant smile.

FAQs: Common Queries About Aesthetic Dental Implants

How long does the dental implant procedure take?

The duration varies but generally ranges from a few months to a year, including healing time.

Are dental implants suitable for everyone?

In most cases, dental implants are a viable option, but individual assessments are crucial for suitability.

Do dental implants require special care?

While not complicated, proper oral hygiene and regular dental check-ups are essential for long-term success.

What sets White Lily Dental apart in aesthetic dentistry?

White Lily Dental prioritizes customization, advanced technology, and patient-centric care for superior aesthetic outcomes.

Is financing available for dental implant procedures?

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[anshifdr7]

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: ̗̀➛ Tender is the Soul

Starscream x Reader - transformers prime

Are you okay?

That question, asked in such a soft voice, persisted in echoing through his processor, yet no matter how much he tried he couldn’t force it out.

Are you okay?

It was pathetic. He had captured you, clutched you in his servo and squeezed until you’d started screaming in pain, and then he’d dropped you without care to remain trapped in the medical bay where Knockout could – he was forced to – watch over you for the meantime. You’d just been bruised, and you ached, but you’d be just fine, or so Knockout had said.

Are you okay?

His lord and master had been in a particularly bad mood today, accusing him of things both true and false, yet little did it matter on whether he defended himself or not, whether he begged or not. He was punished, brutally beaten in front of those who occupied the room, and yet still he had to beg for mercy, to promise to do better if he’d just be given another chance. Megatron hadn’t wished to listen and had told him that there would be no room for excuses today, but alas, he spared Starscream’s life; for now.

He was leaking energon when he’d returned to the medical bay. The injuries had felt bad. He’d realised they’d been much worse once Knockout took one glance at him and subtly gaped in shock. Starscream didn’t want to hear any of it. He didn’t want any false concerns thrown his way, any—anything that could trick him into lowering his guard. No Decepticon could be trusted to be his ally, his friend, and so he gritted his denta and allowed the doctor to mend his wounds before he leaked too much and grew critical.

The silence that followed after Knockout left – to give him time to recover – was as blessed as it was cursed because it was only thanks to that silence that your voice could be heard; small and soft as it was.

“Are you okay?”

And so, here he lay, staring dumbly at you as you sat within your glass cage. Your organic optical ridges were furrowed in either concern or wariness – Starscream guessed for the latter – and you were staring at him, or rather, at his wounds.

“What does it matter to you, fleshling?!” He’d snapped back, and you’d flinched and cast your optics away, curling further into a ball as you held your tiny arms around your legs, either for warmth or protection, Starscream couldn’t say, but it felt good to see you afraid of him.

Why would you care for his health? Why would you even ask? He was the one who brought you here. He was the one who’d doomed you to interrogation, torture, and most likely death. You obviously knew that, and yet you asked him if he was all right.

“That just looks like it hurts,” you said, voice so meek he barely heard you. “Does he hit you often? Megatron, I mean.”

Starscream scoffed. Who else could it be but Megatron?

“Of course, it hurts! Why do you care? If you think I’m going to let you go just because you try to ask for my well-being, then you’re wrong, fleshling. You have valuable information regarding the location of the Autobot base,” he said, then he began to think a little further, “but then again, I could give you a quick and painless end if you tell me all that you know right now, and you won’t fall to the same fate as I.”

You looked at him again, fleshy optics glancing him over, clearly thinking his offer through. However, instead of an answer, you chose to ignore his proposal as if he’d never given it to begin with.

“You’ve done awful things… but not even you deserve to be treated this way,” you said, and he was ready to get angry for your lack of cooperation, but your words struck something within him, and he was rendered momentarily speechless.

He wanted to believe that you were lying, doing what you could to save your own skin, but the look in your eyes told the truth. It wasn’t pity, no, but something else, something softer and kinder that made him feel all kinds of strange. He wasn’t used to receiving this kind of attention, and it almost made him uncomfortable.

He groaned and settled down, feeling miserable and angry, but at least his current condition made him somewhat safe from Megatron’s wrath once you were stolen back by the Autobots.

You’d been taken out of your cage, probably to another room for interrogation, and the glance you’d cast his way made his spark pulse uncomfortably. Your optics were so sweet, so tender, and your face – he began to wonder what it would be like to touch those cheeks – was furrowed in worry. For yourself, and him.

You worried for him.

Why would you worry… for him? You gained nothing from it. Your worry hadn’t spared you out of anything, so… why?

… why.

[assortedvillainvault]

//crashes in

HI I SEE YOU DO BLITZWING FROM TFA HEADCANONS AND SOMEONE WHO IS CURRENTLY OBSESSED WITH HIM I HAVE COME TO POKE YOU WITH A REQUEST!

The request! How would Blitzy and his alters react to a S/O who is very overly affectionate, mainly in the sense of physical affectionate (like hugging his fingers, trying to pepper his face with kisses, clinging to him). And may also sometimes bite him because normal affectionate like hugging does not convey how much they love their big giant robo boyfriend.

I HAVE BEEN POKED You are an anon of excellent taste, hope you enjoy these!

Blitzwing x Affectionate!Reader

Blitzwing is not used to physical affection.

That does not mean that he doesn’t learn to appreciate it, even if at first he brushes you off to maintain his tough mech image.

At first you’ll just cling and touch to whatever part of him is closest, which is his pedes.

They’re covered in tough tank treads, but given said treads operate a little bit more like the sole of a foot they’re actually very sensitive! You can touch here and he’ll be able to feel you much more than, say, compared to the armour on his torso.

His treads are ticklish. Do Not Tell ANYONE

In terms of general affection Hothead is most likely to get embarrassed and try to shake you off him, but you’ve got a grip that’ll put gorilla glue out of business and no 40 ton overgrown freezer-oven is gonna stop you.

Random, by comparison, loves the fact you love him so much you just have to bite him, he understands perfectly!!

Don’t... Don’t let him bite you back, with those denta it’s not gonna eND WELL BLITZWING PUT YOUR TONGUE A W A Y-

Both Hothead and Random are going to coo over your itty bitty teeth and your complete inability to make a dent in his plating, though Random will pinch your cheeks over it and Hothead will bellow at you to bite harder. To express your love. Of course.

Icy has a headache and a mild concern for your health. That and the fact that there’s a 30% chance that if you sneak a little smooch to his plating you might get frozen stuck there. Again.

He’ll roll his eyes and tease you, but he spent the last time you were stuck relentlessly screenshotting your adorably panicked expression, and he’s lowkey excited for you to do it a second time.

He’s got photos of you cuddled into various slots in his armour saved deep in his drives for him to look at when the deception regime keeps him from seeing you.

Your touch is the thing he looks forward to most whenever he comes back.

[kieren-fucking-walker]

Hi,

I'm Anna or Ande and the lovely little kitty pictured is Sage. He's an old man (13) who is a terrible menace and also an absolute darling I love dearly.

We recently lost his sister which has been hard on us both, and at his checkup following this the vet advised me he needs at least two teeth removing if not more, and some intervention to prevent further tooth loss.

As most people with cats know, dental care is very rarely covered in their health insurance, and at his age there is nowhere that will cover him for this dental surgery. I've looked around and been quoted mostly between £1000 and £3000 for the work that needs doing, and as the time has gone on he's been struggling to eat and showing signs of discomfort more and more and so it's becoming more urgent that he gets the care he needs.

I've found a not for profit vetinary charity who will do everything he needs for a fixed price of £450, and I will need to travel a fair way to get him there but it will be worth the saving. The problem is that with all the help I'm giving to my family and trying to recover from a mess of financial abuse I don't have any chance of saving this up with the kind of urgency he needs.

Basically I'm looking for £500 to cover the vet bills, travel, and obviously gofundme's fees but I thought this was the most transparent way to do it. I'll be raising alongside saving what I can, so even if I don't hit the goal here as soon as the care is affordable I will be booking him in to be taken care of.

The vet advised that given his age and quality of life we could look to have him put down if his condition deteriorates to a point where he can't eat at all and is just suffering, but while there is a chance of preventing this I'm not willing to give that option consideration until it is the only one available to me that would be if any benefit to him.

I love my little idiot son so much, and I don't want him to be in pain any longer than he has already been. I feel a terrible amount of guilt that he might have been suffering for longer than I thought, and that I'm not in a financial position to do anything about it immediately, but it is in my power to ask for help so that's what I'm doing here.

Thank you for reading, and be assured that in the meantime Sage is getting as many cuddles as he wants (which is a lot, I assure you!)

[sonicasura]

Once again, they overestimated Knockout’s actual medical knowledge. He seemed to be a medic in training in the total of three timelines with his confirmed presence—trying to do the job of a full blown one. Dart’s own suggestions during when he was the only Decepticon awake had been more necessary than they realized.

Megatron’s frame, to put it simply, was a mess.

The Decepticon leader was as large as his two deceased counterparts. Meaning his frame was built for fighting and left its innermost components buckling a bit beneath the weight. Clearly, there had been attempts to correct the long term wear-tear… Warframe medical care was simply another beast in itself. He was functional before getting half mauled true.

Yet Dart knew from Ratchet’s many, many lectures toward the self-sacrificial Prime that larger frames needed the most work. Staying on top of proper maintenance prevented these smaller issue from becoming the serious ones.

“Anyone with even passing medical experience or other biological familiarity, get over here!” Dart hissed, letting their pointed denta show as their wings finally raised up. They didn’t falter when their harsh tone ended up getting all the recently repaired Decepticons attention. “Seems you all need a refresher in actual complete medical procedures for war-frames.”

——————————

Jettison switched back to English to chew the entirety of the Decepticons out for the sad state that was Megatron’s frame. Outwardly, the leader had looked imposing before being half eaten. Inwardly? There were apparently a lot of issues his frame created that none of them had been privy due to lacking knowledge.

The neutral Seeker tensely listed a number of issues in between spitting half-threats:

“His fusion canon alone fries the wires in his arm. I ought to stick one of your servos in the barrel and see how you deal with the heat!”

“These cables shouldn’t have gotten this slack. He’s lucky his bulk allows him to throw punches.”

“How he’s walking around on knee joints this bad, I will never know.”

“Hell, how protoform is a constant map of bruises that keep getting done in again and new healing fully!”

They provided a very in-depth yet prompt overview of how Warframes should be able to function. Megatron could have greater range of motion than his frame suggested, if he was at the actual one hundred percent operation. Jettison had to teleport away and bring additional supplies as they insisted on getting the Decepticon leader up to decent health. Frankly, Knockout was both impressed and fearful of how they could diagnose at a glance.

—————————

Dart had explained to their poor, poor Faction about the situation. It was a hard pill to swallow knowing there was a universe where Megatron was a good guy since the beginning. Let alone one with blue optics who kept said optics…

They also knew that they were running off fumes by the time that they got back to the Decepticons’ base. The Omnitrix kept sending them warnings for pushing past the normal hour limit. So with great reluctance, Dart changed back without much prompting in the presence of everyone there. Silas face helped bite back the barest hints of anxiety running through them. They marched their way over to one of the corners of the base and leaned against the wall attempting to get comfortable.

“Let me rest for an hour or two, then I can revamp Megatron’s frame.” Dart called out to the still stunned cybertronians and humans.

—ROB’d Anon.

Regular Optimus has the Matrix to bite back the worse of the wear and tear of being a leader. Shattered Glass Megatron does not have the same luxury, nor does his frame do him favors.

Dart is unfortunately used to fitting power naps in uncomfortable positions. They slept outside a lot on the beginning when their morals hadn’t caught up to the circumstance…

That definitely was quite the intimidating learning experience for the SG Decepticons. Yeah, SG Megs wouldn't have such a luxury of the Matrix unlike Optimus. Meanwhile everyone in the normal timeline is digesting the weirdest bombshell ever.

[jazzsstash]

Bad Flux

Jazz woke up with his denta clamped shut and his servos locked to the side of his berth. He vented silently once, twice. Once he could pry his own servos off the berth, he checked his grappling cable, extending and retracting it. It was in one piece. It hadn't gone snap, recoiling hard enough to send him reeling backwards. A blue and red chassis hadn't tumbled down a cliff and gone crack-

He was going to need to check if he wanted to get any more recharge.

Jazz opened his room's vent with practiced motions, sliding neatly into it. A quick ping to Red Alert ensured that he wouldn't be mistaken for an intruder. He ignored the return ping's insistence that he should have filed a schedule in advance. Normally, he preferred the halls, but he wasn't up to performing right now. Red Alert was going to be checking the vent cameras no matter what Jazz replied with, he could figure that out for himself.

It wasn't exactly difficult to traverse the vents. They were sized for maintenance, making sure they could care for the Ark while she slept. Jazz's flexibility meant he was second only to minibots and cassettes when it came to working in the vents, and the top choice for any area that required a delicate servo or top level security clearance. He could navigate to Optimus's habsuite by vent without onlining his optics.

A quiet, fond exvent escaped him as he neared it. The suspiciously datapad-shaped glow at Optimus's desk indicated that he definitely wasn't going to be waking his Prime. He clattered the vent politely before dropping in. It wasn't polite to activate someone's combat protocols when they were supposed to be recharging, regardless of if they were actually doing so.

"Good evening, Jazz," Optimus greeted him as Jazz fixed the vent cover back into place behind himself. Jazz huffed softly at his tone. The mech acted like they were in the mess hall rather than Jazz catching him skipping recharge for… he crossed the room to crane his neck at the datapad.

"Are those resumes?" Jazz demanded, half indignant that he was learning about a potential new crew member via snooping. He was supposed to be one of the first mechs consulted about additions. "For what?"

Optimus's audials dipped sheepishly. "It has come to my attention that it may be prudent for us to bring on a doctor familiar with human physiology, given how close some humans are to our operations."

"By which ya mean Ratchet bitched about that he can't fix Sparkplug up if he an' Wheeljack get too creative," Jazz interpreted, settling one of his servoes on his waist.

"…perhaps," Optimus conceded, optics not meeting Jazz's.

Jazz shook his helm, venting lightly. "Prime, don't be doing this now. Ratchet and I'll need ta check it over anyway. Skippin' recharge'll have him on your aft the whole time, and you both hate when he has to be a hardaft about your health."

"And what are you doing here, then?" Optimus grumbled, hunching over the datapad.

Jazz looked away, pulling his EM field close to his body. He didn't make a sound. He didn't think that he could admit aloud that he'd had a bad recharge flux and run to Optimus like a newbuild to their mentor.

Optimus's attention immediately shifted, datapad switched off and set on the desk without a thought. "Jazz," he coaxed softly. "Come here."

Jazz hesitated. He was supposed to be the second, standing at Optimus's shoulder. Strong enough to back his every decision, not weak enough to need to hide behind him.

"Please?" Optimus's servo was stretched towards him, hopeful. His optics were bright, kind, and warm. Jazz couldn't help but overlay the image in front of him with the moment when Optimus had asked him - for a Prime, the mech hated giving orders - to be his second.

His ability to resist Optimus's honest kindness had not improved.

Jazz took it, and let Optimus tug them both into his berth. The hauler turned warframe, strong enough to haul Skyfire when they were both wheeled, applied only the gentlest pressure to guide them both into position. When Optimus was pleased with how they were settled, he was curled close enough to hear his friend's spark humming, but able to see the habsuite door. His servos were both free, and Optimus's own back was nestled against a solid wall.

Primus, he loved this mech.

"Recharge well, Jazz," Optimus rumbled gently. "All will be well."

Jazz believed him.

He sank into recharge in the safest position he knew of, and there were no more fluxes.

Available on AO3 here.

[ask-a-bot]

Do you guys have a favourite food or snack? I asked Sunny if there was a Cybertronian equivalent to chili, but he didn't say.

I think he's wary you'll slip it into his energon.

That was one time, and it was Ratchet's supplements.

Informed, cooperative care, dove. He accepted them eventually, after he understood the importance of it to his health.

Cobalt is like your sugar! It tastes so good! Most energon candies are made with cobalt.

Ooh! Cobalt!

It is also unhealthy to consume too much of it. It causes problems with our digestion and filtration systems if we have too much too frequently.

So Ratchet keeps on telling me, but I'm fine.

It causes Cybertronian diabetes-

I said I'm fine!

I was trying to explain it to our human friends. What is wrong with you?

It can make our dentae plates get loose too. Kup told me.

That is because it can cause filtration issues, which leads to important nutrients getting jettisoned with our waste. Diabetes. The fallout that it causes results in weakness and rust buildup.

Eww...

We have Cybertronian spices too! There's a sweet spice that comes from the outer skin of one of our trees. Wheeljack worked out how to recreate it in the lab. Crystals usually taste pretty spicy. Cinnabar is especially hot and malachite has a rich, hot flavour that gradually builds as you chew it. I don't know how they compare with your spices though.

I've missed being able to enjoy real food, with sauces 'n' spice! Real taste of home!

Welcome home, Kup.

[brandwhorestarscream]

Jazz vs. Cryptid Seekers

Behold, a mini ficlet one shot thing brought in by weird thoughts about the cryptid seekers AU. Jazz is traumatized XD

The weapon detonates without a single shred of warning. Glowing, slimy fluid splatters his entire left side, nearly the same color as energon, though slightly darker. Jazz doesn't have more than a moment to react, opening a comm to report what he'd found, but it's too late. He blinks once and suddenly the floor is rushing up to meet him. He collapses, paralyzed, landing with a sharp bang. Everywhere the thick fluid has touched is numb and tingling, and he can't so much as twitch his digits. It's sticky and slimy like a glob of old oil, and a goopy rivulet dribbles down from his temple and streaks over his visor.

He's got his right servo planted on the floor and is pushing himself up when there's a loud, wet popping noise, and more slimy goo rains down on him from above. His right side goes numb and heavy and he collapses back to the floor with another clang. A third sloppy noise and something hits his chassis and bounces off to land in the thick puddle on the floor. He can't even move his optics to look around. Whatever these security measures are, they're potent. He's entirely unprepared to handle full body paralysis, only driven home by the blaring of emergency messages on his HUD, warning of immediate shutdown to reboot and flush the Invasive agent from his system.

He barely gets his comm online to send a distress signal when his vision clouds over and he's forced into stasis.

Some odd megacycles later, Jazz wakes to the unpleasant florescent lights of the medbay glaring down at him, and he's barely sat up for half a klik when Ratchet finally arrives to give him the typical cranky reprimand. Going on about how irresponsible and dangerous that was, how he had taken out three other mecha during the retrieval. The paralyzing slime had been collected and analyzed–thankfully it wasn't going to give him some dreadful virus, but that's no excuse! "-better be grateful, I had to completely flush your systems, so-"

A warning blipped to life on his HUD. Energon levels approaching 10%. As if right on cue, his primary fuel tank makes a loud grinding noise, and Ratchet stops his rant to give him a curious look.

Jazz chuckles good naturedly. "Gotta cube, doc? I'm wastin' away over here."

"I just topped you up a megacycle ago," already the medic is approaching with a scanner, checking his processing system for leaks or ruptures. The scan comes back normal. "That can't be right... hn. Drink up."

A glowing cube of precious energon is tossed at him. Jazz snatched it out of the air, breaks the corner with his denta, and happily began gulping it down. While he chugs the fresh fuel, Ratchet is staring intently at his scanner as it searches yet again for a breach.

"...So am I free ta go?"

Ratchet flicks one servo with disinterest, grabbing a second and third scanner just to double check. The results all come back the same.

"That slag you were covered in must have temporarily increased your fuel metabolism," he could bring that to Wheeljack and Perceptor later. Wouldn't be the weirdest thing to ever come out of decepticon scientists' crazy defense mechanisms. They were just lucky they'd been able to extract Jazz before he was discovered. "Come back if you experience anymore symptoms, got it? You're free to go."

Jazz thanked the medic and slid off the berth, happy with his clean bill of health and relieved to get away from the overbearing scent of antiseptics and sterilizing bleach. The mission was technically a bust and Prowl was none too pleased at his lackluster report, but it was good to be home all the same. The minibots teased him for getting caught in a 'con trap, and he laughed right along with them. A rookie mistake to be sure, but they were all thankful it hadn't turned lethal.

Less than a megacycle after being released from the medbay, his systems pinged him that he was once again low on fuel. He forwarded the information to Ratchet, dragged himself in for another scan, but everything came back clear. The energon wasn't leaking from any of his vital components, there were no breaches, nothing to suggest that anything was amiss. The science team was working as fast as they could on analyzing the strange slime weapon, but as of yet had no answers as to why he was digesting his fuel so quickly. It wasn't hurting him, really, so Ratchet told him to just stay on top of fuel consumption and keep his gauges in the green as best he could.

Easier said than done. He swallowed down five cubes in just as many megacycles, and the hunger pains were starting to make his whole body ache. It seemed like as soon as he finished refueling, his tanks were twisting and prodding him from the inside, demanding more. Sharp cramps and pinching pain had him walking gingerly around the base, and it eventually got to the point where he was so uncomfortable he slunk miserably into his berth to try and sleep it off.

Jazz wakes up in the dark to the sensation of falling, rolling right off his berth and hitting the floor with an utter lack of grace. The soreness of the fall is nothing compared to sudden, rampant nausea, and he's gagging before he's even managed to sit up. His tanks heave and his systems warn of an imminent purge. Oral lubricant fills his mouth and he dry heaves once, twice, clamping one servo over his mouth to try and keep it down. Primus no, not here, not on the floor, at least let him get to the wash racks!

He stumbles to his pedes but something makes contact with his shoulders from behind–and he realizes he's not alone. He's shoved back onto the floor, back on his knees, and an unfamiliar voice angrily demands, "Give them back!"

He orders the lights on through hiccups, his tanks rolling unhappily. His sensors don't pick up on anything, and he can't see anyone. It's not Mirage, he knows Mirage's voice.

There's the distinctive clack of thrusters on the floor and his spark constricts. Seekers.

How did they get in here?! Are they under attack? Why aren't the alarms going off? What-

His panicked thoughts are cut off and he lurches forward, half-processed energon and digestive enzymes flying past his derma, splattering his servos and the floor.

"Give them back!" A second voice demands.

He tries to turn his helm toward the direction of the voice, but the movement makes the whole room spin and he's helpless, collapsing onto his side, cheek barely missing the puddle of purged fuel. "Wh- Wha- g'oh…!" He groans and clutches at his midsection. His tanks feel like they're going to physically crawl out of his body. Another wave of nausea bubbles up and he purges again. Primus almighty, what had the cons done to him?!

"Give, them, back!" The tip of an invisible truster very, very gently toes the side of his face, tilting it up. He can't see the seeker, but he knows that voice. Starscream. He is so fragged. "We won't ask you again, autobot! Give them back or we'll take them by force!"

"Wh- What're you-" another glob of half-processes fuel flies out of his mouth and splatters all over the invisible pede. It drips down to the floor, and Starscream doesn’t even flinch. "What're you talkin' about?!"

"Don't play dumb," That deep voice… Thundercracker, maybe? Or Skywarp? He can't tell Starscream's trine apart. "We know it was you. We can smell them on you."

Jazz has no time to ponder what the frag that was supposed to mean, because something in his tanks twists, violently, and suddenly something is clogging his primary intake tubing. He chokes grandly, clawing at his chassis and back arching in pain. His HUD blares a red warning, a dangerous obstruction is damaging his aeration tubing and it needs to be purged, now. It wriggles it's way up his throat and his optics bug out helplessly, body thrashing against his will as something squirms it's way up his throat, and then into his mouth.

There's a sharp, shrill squalling noise; something tiny and moving and very much alive is in his mouth! He flips over to spit it out, horrified, and the tiny, slimy thing hisses at him. It's… a cybertronian, he thinks, but microsized and misshapen, stubby half-limbs and malformed plating. It skitters across the floor on all fours and all of sudden Skywarp is just there, plain as day, cooing as he kneels down to offer his servos to the teeny, tiny bot.

"Oh bitty, we were so worried!" He croons, gently cradling the tiny thing. "Here, come on, where it's safe."

He brings his palms up to his mouth, opens wide, and promptly pops the only half-developed sparkling into his mouth, swallowing them down in one gulp.

"That's better," Starscream appears beside him, glaring down at Jazz. He feels like he just lived through a grisly scene in a horror movie, still laying on the floor gaping at them. Just before Skywarp's teleportation spirits them away, he utters a grave warning, "Stay out of the hatchery, autobot."