A ghost walks into the Nexus.
Captain Samuel Walker pauses as he steps through the door that was supposed to lead to a storage room. A frowning survey of the Nexus, and he continues through to fold his arms and look up sternly. "And you didn't tell us about this why?"
The grey-haired human is less than a third their height, but the two mechs with him hang their heads guiltily, the smaller one slipping a camouflage hand into the mauve and silver one's.
"It isn't dangerous, and it seemed like a lot of fun," says the bigger mech falteringly in the voice of a young girl.
"Zoe, something like this is important. And losing track of you guys is NOT a good thing... what, Rom?"
The camouflage mech flinches at the irritated bark, but points to the sign. "We have to ask a question."
Walker turns to glare, then winces and squints. "What the.... Fine! What's your favorite colour." He turns back to the kids to continue his dressing down.
The grey-haired human is less than a third their height, but the two mechs with him hang their heads guiltily, the smaller one slipping a camouflage hand into the mauve and silver one's.
"It isn't dangerous, and it seemed like a lot of fun," says the bigger mech falteringly in the voice of a young girl.
"Zoe, something like this is important. And losing track of you guys is NOT a good thing... what, Rom?"
The camouflage mech flinches at the irritated bark, but points to the sign. "We have to ask a question."
Walker turns to glare, then winces and squints. "What the.... Fine! What's your favorite colour." He turns back to the kids to continue his dressing down.