[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Fulcrum arrived a few moments later, out of breath and panting loudly. He hurried over to Spinister and reached inside him and carefully picked the egg up.
"But what if you're somewhere you can't run?" Paramount asked, staring at Marker Light.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Strike Force shrieked and wailed as he clutched at his wrist with his other hand. He didn't even look at Roller and he just collapsed onto his side and curled up.
Gunmax was just about to begin painting when he heard something that sounded like screams coming from somewhere in the base. The brush fell from his hand and he turned and sprinted towards the medical bay door, his parental instincts kicking in. He didn't even stop to say anything to McCrane and nearly tore the door off its hinges as he opened it.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]"Yeah, its okay." Fulcrum replied quickly, walking swiftly towards the entrance so he could hurry up and get the egg inside and get it warm.
Paramount suddenly clutched at Marker Light's armor. "W-what if he does kill you?"
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Gunmax didn't even pause when he got the door open and sprinted off down the corridor towards McCrane's room where the kids were. He felt more and more panic rising inside him as he got closer and closer to the room.
Strike Force stopped screaming for a moment long enough to attempt to speak. "R-Roller, g-go g-get mom and d-dad.." He managed to say.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Tears suddenly filled Paramount's optics. "B-but I don't want you to die!"
Fulcrum headed straight towards the medical bay, intent on getting the egg in some heating blankets or something.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Paramount was about to speak again but she was interrupted when Fulcrum suddenly barged in. "Hi, uh, I need heating blankets. Now." Fulcrum said.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Gunmax spotted Roller further up to corridor and started to slow his run a bit. Soon he reached Roller and stopped and bent down and tried to scoop him up. "Are you hurt? What's going on?"
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Fulcrum hurried over to Marker Light and moved to quickly take the heating blanket.
Paramount didn't notice Spinister, focused on staring at what Fulcrum held.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Gunmax frowned and headed into the room, holding Roller close to his chest. Though as he spotted Strike Force on the floor he gasped and hurried over and moved to place Roller down on the floor.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Fulcrum wrapped the egg up tightly in the heating blanket. "Uh... An egg..."
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Fulcrum nodded. "Yeah... I don't know how we've managed to create an egg..."
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Gunmax carefully picked Strike Force up and held him against his chest while he examined his hand. "Oh my... I think his wrist is broken."
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]"Yeah, it's definitely broken." Gunmax replied. But he noticed the tears in Roller's optics and reached a hand down to gently rub Roller's cheek. "He'll be okay, Roller. You don't need to cry."
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]"Uh, anyways..." Fulcrum looked nervous as he spoke. "I think I'm gonna head off to the berthroom and get settled down before I drop the egg or something."
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]"It isn't your fault, dear, stuff like this happens." Gunmax said softly and tried to brush Roller's tears away. He decided that he needed McCrane and commed him. "Hey, McCrane, I need some help. Strike Force has broken his wrist but I'm trying to get Roller to calm down. Think you can come get Strike Force?"
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]"Yes, please." Fulcrum hadn't even realized how hungry he was until just now.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]"Okay." Gunmax replied before ending the comm. He then stood up from the floor and gently placed Strike Force down on the berth before turning his attention back to Roller. He bent down and moved to pick up the young mech again.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Fulcrum nodded and then headed off towards their berthroom.
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Strike Force nodded and whimpered. "I-it hurts really b-bad.."
Gunmax moved to hold Roller close against his chest and rocked him a little in an attempt to soothe him. "What was Strike Force doing when he hurt himself?"
[fancypost borderwidth=0][align=center][sub][color=black]Fulcrum had somehow already created a nest out of the sheets on their berth and he was now curled up inside of it, the egg cuddled up close to his chest.
Paramount nodded. "Yeah.. But why would Fulcrum have an egg? He's not a bird."
