Nexus and MV. The Black Dog, a Bus Terminal and the /Ark/ Base. Newcomers Part 1
Wayne: *steps through door, bumps into Russell, and goes with Russell to Black Dog. Stands there, holds his handful of magnetic doll and outfits close to his chest, and gapes*
Russell: ... *facepalm*
Wayne: It wasn't me, this time!
Russell: I don't believe that for a minute. *will move to try and bring Wayne and himself back home*
Wayne: I just walked through the slagging... did that thing burp?
Russell: *frowns and shakes his PINpoint* It did. *tries again*
Nemesis: *spots the medic and calls to him* You gonna come get this order now? Those little chickens you wanted are having a fit.
Russell: *blinks and nods, moving to approach Nemesis* I wasn't aware that my order had come in....
Nemesis: *walks over and hunkers down to offer him a brown cardboard box with holes in it that is chirking sadly*
Wayne: *watches Russell go, and then looks down at the doll in his hand as he turns away* Don't worry, Betty, we'll get back home. *runs into somebody in a frilly maid dress* Ack!
DivaShot: Ack! *skitters back a few steps and watches Wayne warily*
Wayne: *scowl* Hey, you nearly bent Betty! *examines doll carefully, then acks and picks up a dress he dropped during the collision* Sheesh...
DivaShot: *blink blink* Betty?
Wayne: *looks up, and then shows his doll to the pink guy* Yeah. Battle Betty. Only she doesn't have any of her uniforms here right now.
DivaShot: ..... *raised brow ridge* Okay then.....
Wayne: *sticks out his chin and narrows his eyes* There's nothing wrong with guys playing with dolls, so long as they're not doing anything stupid with 'em! My girlfriend says so.
DivaShot: *blink blink* I never said there was....
Wayne: *deep frown as he tries to remember if the guy did or not* *holds Betty protectively. Betty's pretty slim skirt and blouse can be seen, though*
DivaShot: *sees the skirt and blouse* Oh, how pretty!
Wayne: *blinks, then looks at the doll and holds her so she can be more easily seen* Meghan just printed this out for me. It came in the last expansion pack, along with the uniforms and military stuff.
DivaShot: *blink blink* Expansion pack? *has nooo idea what you're talking about, Wayne*
Wayne: Yeah. A great big set of new clothes for Betty and the other dolls that are shaped like her. She's really a KiSS doll, but Meghan printed her and some of her stuff out on magnetic paper so that I could play with people who had real life dolls.
DivaShot: *still confused, but intrigued* What's a KiSS doll?
Wayne: It's a computer game that's something like paper dolls. Betty has so many things that I have to play with her on the TV so I can see everything that's in her closets.
DivaShot: Hmmmm.... *definitely interested now* I have a doll that I dress up..... But she's back home....
Wayne: Really? *perk* What kind? Can I see?
DivaShot: *perks and offers to lead Wayne back to the apartment* She's a cloth doll, and has the same proportions I do.... So I can dress her in my outfits...
Wayne: But she's a girl? *glances toward Russell, but then shrugs and pings that he's going to play dolls with somebody as he follows the pink guy*
Russell: *absently* //Play nice.//
DivaShot: Yup! She even has long enough hair that I can style it. *happily talking about his doll as he leads Wayne back to Rhinox's apartment*
Wayne: *is going to be quiet, busy, and out of trouble for the rest of the afternoon. Someone will probably have to come get him and bring him home for supper* *and he's already planning on bringing his bigger Betty statue and the outfits he's made her next time he comes*
Nemesis: *watches the tall guy follow Scattershot off* You lost your buddy.
baby silkies: *loving on Russell's hand. MAMA*
Russell: .... He's talking about playing dolls. He won't be any trouble. *gentle scritchies for the baby silkies*
Nemesis: *shrugs those massive shoulders and looks down again* So are those what you wanted? The guy said they'll be the blue grey when they get feathers.
Russell: *nods* They're what I wanted. Thank you, Nemesis.
Nemesis: You want the usual order for your base, too? *reaches over to poke her mate as he walks past on the bar*
Ducky: *squeak! Embarrassed chuckle*
Russell: Yes, please. *chuckles*
Nemesis: Alright. Anything else, this time?
Russell: Actually.... I'd like to make a reservation for Valentine's Day, if it's not too much trouble....
Nemesis: I still have a few openings right on the day, and a lot on other days that you can time to. Table or private room?
Russell: Private room.
Nemesis: Day?
Russell: Valentine's Day
Nemesis: Alright. Starting price for that's a hundred American.
Russell: *gets out credits. Really, he hasn't had much use for Cybertronian credits in awhile, and he's got quite a few.....* Here.... I have more if this isn't enough.
Nemesis: *takes them and counts them* So what else do you want?
Russell: For Valentine's Day?
Nemesis: Yeah. Food, flowers, decorations, gifts. Whaddya want?
Russell: I have flowers already on order, and Serenity's gift.... So we'll need food...
Nemesis: Anything special?
Russell: No... I'll probably do something special for her birthday later this year though.
Nemesis: So just the room, and outside flowers brought in.
Russell: *nod*
Nemesis: Hundred and thirty American. *offers him the rest of the credits back*
Russell: *takes the offered credits* Thank you, Nemesis. *small smile. Is quite certain Serenity will enjoy a quiet meal without the girls*
Nemesis: *shrugs and stands to get the fuel order for the Ark, which was already ready for pickup. Soon sets it down on the floor by the tiny medic*
Russell: *will pay for that out of the fuel fund*
Nemesis: *straightens with a rumble* Have a nice day. Vi, stop looking like a dead toad in that glass. *walks off*
Vi: *razz sound*
Russell: *chuckles and brings the baby silkies and the Ark fuel order home. Figures Wayne will be alright for the time it takes to let someone know where the Seeker is*
baby chicks: *hunkered down and hidey now in their box*
Russell: *soothing clicks*
Trevor: *perks and comes over* Okay, you said to meet you, Red. Here I am.
Russell: *nods and offers Trevor the box with the baby chicks* Here.... PINpointing scared them a bit, I think....
Trevor: Baby chickens! *reaches to touch one soft fluffball* For Jake's new chicken house?
Russell: *nods* They'll be blue grey when they get their feathers in....
Trevor: *blinks* Little blue chickens. Is that what he was talking about?
Russell: *nods* I believe so.... *chuckles* So do you have plans for Valentine's Day yet?
Trevor: *rubs the back of his head* Actually, I'm still reading about it.
Russell: *nod* Understandable....
Trevor: But right now I'm thinking about this chocolate cake that she saw in that pastry shop's window. She stopped and looked at it for awhile.
Russell: That would be a good gift.
Trevor: *grins*
Russell: Flowers are a good gift as well, and they don't have to be fancy.... *thinking of the potted tulips he got for Serenity*
Trevor: She already has a lot of flowers, though. *frown*
Russell: Hmm... *thinking... and asking for help getting the fuel order inside*
Drift: *coming up to help get the fuel to the mess*
Trevor: Yike! *catches bitty chick that just tried jumping out of the box. Closes the lid* I better get these little guys to Jake. See you, Red.
Russell: See you later, Trevor. *will help Drift with the fuel, and discourage him from eating all the bananas by himself*
Meanwhile, in the crèche
Wesson: *comes snooping into the crèche and looks around, then goes to Sarah and offers her a big box. Looks slightly guilty*
Sarah: *puzzled blink blink* Thank you, Uncle John... *is curious, and a bit confused*
Wesson: *quietly* Go ahead and open it. Tell me if you like her.
Sarah: *works on opening the box* *clicks softly all the while*
doll: *looks up at Sarah from the box, her sleepy expression making her look like she just woke up as the top came off*
Sarah: *soft, delighted sound as she gently lifts the doll out of the box*
Wesson: *quietly* I know your mama said you had enough babies right now, but when I saw her... well. *looks guilty*
Sarah: *crooning softly to the new doll and moving to tuck her in with the rest of her babies that she brought to the crèche today*
Wesson: It said on the listing her name's Marjorie. *rubs his nose as he watches the dolly care*
Sarah: *small nod* Is good name. *gentle kiss for Marjorie's forehead as she tucks the cloth doll in next to a cheerily smiling bunny doll and covers both with a blanket*
Wesson: So what kids you got here today? *settles down to one knee by Sarah, absently gathering a little Seeker into his arms as he does so*
Regulus: *cuddle, nap attack*
Sarah: *as she gently fusses over her babies* Brought her Mara-Bunny, him Frank-Froggy, and her Lily-Kitty.....
Wesson: *gently moves the blankets away from little doll faces to look at the Build a Bear cat, rag doll frog, and fluffy pink Easter bunny* Have you had these guys awhile?
Sarah: *nod nod* Were first babies to arrive.
Wesson: Ohhhh. Your first three? *carefully tucks Marjorie a little closer to Mara-Bunny*
Sarah: *nodnod* *blinks a bit and covers her mouth with her hand as she yawns*
Wesson: *gentle hand on her back* Want me to get you a mat?
Sarah: *small nod* Please....
Wesson: *offers her the little sleeping Seeklet even as he shifts his weight to get up*
Sarah: *will cuddle Regulus and click softly*
Regulus: *bit of a startle and much clicking, but then snuggles and conks out again*
Wesson: *had paused to make sure the baby Conehead was alright, but now he gets up and goes to the mat pile, checking for a pink one and hoping to find one of the new furry ones*
Sarah: *conked out and snuggling Regulus even more by the time Wesson comes back, is making happy little sounds*
Wesson: *slight grin, and then carefully puts the two sparklets onto the mat before tucking the dolls close to them. Borrows the blanket from the dolls to cover them as well as Sarah and Sirius. Then hears Jack's voice and scoots out of sight*
Town
Raoul: *hanging out the passenger side window of the SUV and wishing it was the Barracuda* So we're pickin' up your new secretary, and some Private for McDork?
Denver: Pretteh much. *grumbles at some of the traffic*
Raoul: *razzes the guy in the next car and then gives him a massive cheery grin*
Denver: *snerks* Jes' be nahce t' Osk, alrahght?
Raoul: I gotta give her shotgun? *scrunches down and plays peekaboo with a toddler in the next next car* That lane's movin'.
Denver: Ah c'n't git in jes' yet... Goobers ain't giv'n me 'n... *navigates into an opening in traffic and waves to the person who was nice enough to let her in*
Raoul: *waves too, then waves to the toddler in the car, who has a mirror in front of her and can still see him* Do we really want a secretary that can't even fit in the 'Cuda?
Denver: Osk 's good 't 'er job, 'n a nahce gal.
Raoul: *siggghhh* Okay. *then sits up as the bus station comes into sight* ...That's all the fire trucks.
Denver: *frown, pesters Javan, since neither Alice nor Pietro will let her listen in on police bands*
police bands: *buzzing with how a big lady caught this small woman eating roaches and fainted. Seems the fire department is now trying to get the small woman out of the bus station heating system so they can bring her to the hospital to get her stomach pumped*
Denver: .... *careful as she facepalms*
Raoul: *eyebrows* What is it?
Denver: 'Parentleh, Osk saw some li'l gal eatin' roaches 'n fainted.... 'n now th' li'l gal's wedged 'erself int' th' 'eat'n system.....
Raoul: *mouth open, shut, open* ...Hey, Major Mac?
Denver: Hm? *scanning for a spot to park*
Raoul: What's the name 'a this other person we're supposedta pick up?
Denver: Private First Class Nichole Lee....
Raoul: *face palm and sniggerfit*
Denver: *eyebrow* .... *and then it clicks* *SNERK*
Raoul: Look up on the roof. *very XD behind his hand*
Denver: *parks the SUV and looks*
Private Lee: *hunkered comfortably on the roof, is watching the chaos*
Denver: *headshake, turns the SUV's engine off* Ah'll go git 'er...
Raoul: Whaddya want me to do? *leaning out the window and looking up at the tiny Chinese American woman*
Denver: Fahnd out wh're th'y's tak'n Osk. 'N keep 'n ah 'n Private Lee. Ah don' wanna spook 'er int' tumbl'n off'a th' roof.
Raoul: Gotcha. *scrambles out of the SUV, and then climbs up and sits on the roof of it, wincing slightly at winter cooled metal but keeping his attention on the bird on the roof*
Denver: *up on a dumpster, then to the gutter*
Private Lee: *heard the gutter rattle, will carefully scoot closer to see what's going on*
Raoul: *watching all this even as he hops off the SUV to flash ID at the EMTs that just carried Osk out on a stretcher*
EMTs: *surprised, will check with their supervisors*
Raoul: My CO's up on the roof. I can give you her number. *calm, slightly cocky confidence shows so strongly in the boy*
Private Lee: *just did a girly shriek as Denver PINpointed with her down to ground level*
Raoul: Okay, not on the roof any more. *grin*
one of the EMTs: What the %^*%&*#?!
Raoul: *seriously* I could tell you. But then you'd have to disappear from normal civilian life.
EMT: ... Never mind....
Denver: *herding Private Lee over to the SUV and telling her to stay put* *will move to talk to the EMTs*
Raoul: *helping Osk sit up and telling her seriously that she's going to have to get used to people eating bugs, since the one that came on the bus with her isn't the only one on base that does it*
Osk: *a bit amazed to be getting a mini debriefing from a teenage boy, but listening*
Denver: *will dismiss the EMTs and the fire trucks*
Raoul: *tries to offer Osk assistance, realizes that the tall woman's eight inch platform stiletto heels will make that difficult, and so just herds her over to the SUV*
Denver: *moves to help with that* *to Osk* We'll 'ave Doc House 'r Doc Ruteger take a look 't ya wh'n we git back t' base....
Osk: *embarrassed* I'm alright. I was only startled. *frowns at Private Lee* Do you know how much pesticide there is in cockroaches? *surprise, Nikky, the tall, heavy chick is going where you are*
Private Lee: *blink* Er... Not nearly as much as most people think.... There's more in the skin 'a bananas....
Osk: ...Considering the cockroaches have it built up from their parents as well a what they've been sprayed with.
Private Lee: *shrug* *it hasn't killed her yet*
Denver: *hefts bags into the back of the SUV*
Osk: *realizes what's going on* I can get those, sir. *heads back there, steady on her high shoes*
Denver: Ah got 't. *not straining in the least as she lifts bag after bag* *earns a startled squawk of protest from Private Lee as she lifts the petite woman*
Raoul: *laughing* Yo, Major Mac, Tunnel Rat ain't luggage.
Private Lee: *so surprised by the new nickname that she's easily bundled into the back of the SUV*
Denver: 'T got 'er 'nt' th' truck, di'n't 't? *grins*
Raoul: You're batty. *shakes head and scoots around to jump in the other side on the back*
Osk: *uncertain look for her new CO*
Denver: *as she shakes her head* Dang 'oodlum.... *chuckles and looks to Osk* Th't's mah son, Raoul.
Osk: *slowly* How old is he?
Denver: Sixteen. Ah 'dopted 'im wh'n Ah married 'is dad.
Osk: And he carries rank? *confused*
Denver: 'E bosses 'is dad 'round 'n sasses 'im too. *chuckles* Y'u sh'ld 'eah 'ow 'e 'n mah li'l brothah trash-talk t' each otha.
Osk: *oh, just a 'tudy kid. That she gets* Oh, I see. Though I'm told there's a young girl on base who does hold rank in emergency situations.
Denver: *nods* Naomi House.
Osk: *nods, then looks into the SUV and registers surprise when she realizes that a front seat has been left open for her*
Denver: *gentle patpat of Osk's shoulder* *quietly* Raoul mahght be a bundle'a sass s'metahms, but 'e's a good kid. *quite proud of her 'bundle of sass'*
Osk: *blinks at the shorter woman, but then nods and tucks herself and her cute little purse into the seat*
Raoul: *kicks Private Lee for pretending the SUV groaned*
Private Lee: *acks!*
Denver: *sighs* Don' make me c'me back th're.
Raoul: *serious now* She was outta line, Major Mac.
Denver: *Look for Private Lee*
Private Lee: *hunkers down and buckles up without a word*
Raoul: *last stern look for his seatmate before he too is buckling up*
Denver: *moves to get into the driver's seat* Ev'ry'un buckled up?
Raoul: The car'd be havin' a fit if we weren't. *amused by all the high tech stuff in the SUV*
Denver: *chuckles* Jes' mak'n sure.
Raoul: *cheery snerk and gentle boot for the back of her seat*
Denver: *bronx cheer* *pulling into traffic once there's an opening*
Raoul: *grins, but then sobers and looks toward Private Lee* Okay, Tunnel Rat, we gotta get some things straight here.
Private Lee: *'meep's quietly and looks to Raoul*
Raoul: First off, no hoggin' the bug entries in the mess. Got it?
Private Lee: Bhuh?
Raoul: *slowly and plainly* No eating all the bug based food choices.
Private Lee: .... *just a bit surprised* I didn't know that was even a food choice....
Raoul: We got people with special diets.
Private Lee: Oh....
Raoul: Which leads to my second point. I hear about you givin' anybody grief over how they look, other than that McHale guy, and I'll have somethin' to say. *warning light in his dark eyes*
Private Lee: *small nod* *recognizes the street talk, even if the words aren't like the ones she grew up with*
Raoul: Good. Third point. Humans ain't alone in the galaxy.
Private Lee: .... You pullin' my leg?
Raoul: Nope. *there's that light in his eyes again*
Private Lee: .... Holy....
Raoul: Oh yeah, and don't go cussin' by nothin' holy.
Denver: *attention mostly on the road, sighs as she sees a big black semi go speeding past*
Raoul: *whips out his phone* Motormaster, slow the slag down!
Osk: *shoots a surprised look over her shoulder at the boy*
Motormaster: //Dead End was playing roadkill again.// *yeah, like that's any excuse*
Denver: *slight frown*
Raoul: *quiet promise* I'll kick your #$&#$&.
Motormaster: *RAZZ* *click*
Raoul: Excuse me. *vanishes with a swish and a slight flash*
Osk: *slight startle. Wonders where he went*
Private Lee: *startled curse*
Denver: *seriously* We'll debrief once we're on base.
Raoul: *standing up ahead on the side of the road beside a sullen looking tall goth girl*
Osk: There he is. *looks over her shoulder* You better move to the middle, Private.
Denver: *stops the SUV so Raoul can herd Marcia in*
Private Lee: *unbuckles and scoots for the middle of the seat*
Marcia: *SULK*
Raoul: *sticks Marcia in behind Osk, and then checks for traffic and whips around to jump in behind Denver* *fastens his seatbelt and then looks at Private Lee* Where were we?
Private Lee: Er......
Ark infirmary
Rachel: *finger to ear* //Dallas, can you come to the infirmary?// *sounds serious and concerned*
Dallas: //Give me a moment.... Gotta try and get Chris to go to Ruth...//
Rachel: //This is serious, buddy.//
Dallas: *PINpoints*
Rachel: *heard that* //Was that you? I'm in Jenny's room.//
Dallas: *hurries down the hall to Jenny's room* What's wrong?
Rachel: *looks up from the tiny woman who is laying so still and moaning faintly, her face grave* There's infection in the operating site on her back.
Dallas: .... *quiet curse* What sort of infection?
Rachel: I'm not even sure. But her spine's inflamed.
Dallas: *lips are now a thin line*
Rachel: *quietly* I just don't know enough. I've been talking to James, but even he doesn't know what to do.
Dallas: ...Maybe someone in the Nexus could help? *trying to keep calm, but it's clear he's worried about Jenny*
Rachel: I've searched the 'nets. *deep intake*
Dallas: *slight frown as he tries to think*
Rachel: The only thing I can think of right now is to find out if someone on base has a wish. *slight sound of tears escapes in her quiet and controlled voice*
Dallas: A wish?
Rachel: Yeah, a little piece of glowing light from the Nexus. We've had lives saved with them before.
Dallas: .... Where would we be able to get one, if nobody has any here?
Rachel: The Black Dog, I think. *gently smooths Jenny's hair back as she moans again, then looks up as the door opens*
Raf: *peering in with a ferocious scowl on his face*
Dallas: *small nod* *looks to Raf* Keep Jenny company.
Raf: *nods and comes in, then very subtly but determinedly nudges Rachel aside and takes her place*
Rachel: *distracted scowl for the mock turtle*
Dallas: *will let Ruth know he's going to be gone for a little bit before he's PINpointing to the Black Dog*
Nemesis: *polishing the bar* No, I'm not buying you a doll, kid. I'm working.
Pooka: *big WHINE from down by Mom's feet!*
Dallas: *looks around quickly before climbing the bar and moving to approach Nemesis*
Nemesis: *still arguing with her son as her cloth encounters the human. Pause* ...The little tables are over there.
Dallas: I'm looking for someone who sells wishes.
Nemesis: *stares at him a bit as she wonders about his urgency over a toy* What'd you break?
Dallas: One of my crew is sick with something unknown, even to alien medics.
Nemesis: *optics narrowed slightly* ...Define 'alien'.
Dallas: Cybertronian.
Nemesis: *as she goes back a bit and reaches under the bar* You realize that around here you're the alien?
Dallas: I'm well aware of that. *doing his best to keep his tone even*
Nemesis: *straightens up and sets the jar of little bright lights on the counter, then lifts out two and hands them over* Remember those're just toys. *drops another to her son*
Dallas: *wallet out*
Nemesis: *shuts the jar and walks off to put it away*
Dallas: *has money out to pay for the wishes*
Nemesis: *moves away from him to flip somebody in the face with her bar towel. Dallas is being pointedly ignored*
Dallas: *frowns at Nemesis* *isn't quite sure what to do*
mWakeJumper: *coming over* Put that away.... Nem gave you the wishes....
Dallas: .... *bewildered expression*
Nemesis: *and now she's given that Sunstreaker a bent nose*
Dallas: 0_0 *gone with the wishes*
Raf: *sharp look toward Dallas as he returns. Is sitting a step stool by Jenny's bed with the tiny woman in his arms*
Jenny: *very still, and the beeps of her heart monitor are quiet and slow*
Dallas: *offers the wishes* *quietly* How is she?
Raf: *frowns at the lights and then looks up* *through his translator pin* Doc was hoping being close to somebody would help her. I don't know, the only change I see is that she stopped moaning.
Dallas: *quietly* She knows you're there.... That is helping her feel better.
Raf: *muzzle trembles slightly, but that's the only sign of emotion that the tough soldier makes* *gruffly* She doesn't even like me.
Dallas: You're still familiar to her.
Raf: *grunts and looks down at Jenny, whose breathing is quick and shallow as she sleeps*
Dallas: *finger to ear* Rachel, I was able to get a couple wishes....
Rachel: *sounds a bit frantic* //Try and use one. Ack, slaggit, Cliffjumper!//
Dallas: *small frown* Is everything alright?
Rachel: //Uh. Somebody's a bit panicked over here. Ouch!//
Dallas: ....Do you need help?
Rachel: //Got it. Tend your crew. #$@#@#!//
Dallas: Alright... *attention on Jenny now. Will hold one of the wishes close to her* *quietly, feeling a bit foolish* I wish for Jenny's injuries to be healed.
Raf: *watches the sparkles with a scowl* She's still too hot.
Dallas: *bites his lower lip before he remembers that he has a second wish* *will hold it close to Jenny, like he did with the first* I wish for the infection Jenny's fighting to clear up.
Raf: *again watches the sparkles, but then goes wide eyed and lifts his ears in utter embarrassment as Jenny suddenly sighs and snuggles*
Dallas: *will check to see if Jenny's feverish*
Jenny: *no fever. Her fur is slightly damp now in reaction to her previous high temperature*
Dallas: *soft chuckle* She'll be alright.
Raf: *gruff dismay* I won't if she wakes up and sees what she's doing.
Dallas: *will snerk softly and move to try and help Raf get loose*
Jenny: *frowns, and then blearily opens her eyes to look up at Dallas as he lays her on her bed*
Dallas: *gently* Easy.... Get some rest...
Jenny: *quiet murmur, but she's not wearing her translator pin*
Dallas: *slight frown, looks for Jenny's translator pin*
Raf: *pulls his off his bandoleer and pins it onto her soft hospital gown*
Dallas: *soft 'heh', will gently repeat his order for Jenny to get some rest*
Jenny: *frowns at him muzzily* What happened?
Dallas: You crash-landed after I argued with you to get your butt planet-side.... One of the medics here at Ark Base put you back together.
Jenny: *deeper frown* Oh... *turns her face toward him and falls asleep*
Dallas: *will gently cover her with a blanket* *and then he's letting Ruth know that Jenny's alright*
Ruth: //Good. Flackin' great. Come out here and see this now.//
Dallas: .... What's going on? *moving to try and herd Raf if the soldier's willing to be herded*
Raf: *snorts at him, but gets up and leaves the room, only to stop and calmly study the spectacle of two small femmes having a big red mech cornered at the end of the hall*
Bumblebee: *trying so hard not to wibble as she talks in a soothing manner* Easy, Cliffjumper....
Cliffjumper: *intaking rapidly as he stares down at the two small bots. His optics are white*
Ratchet: *watching the red mech through narrowed optics as she looks for an opening. Knows he's still too hurt to be able to fully understand his surroundings past the usual Cliffjumper obsessiveness*
Bumblebee: *soft, worried clicks, has both hands up, palms out. Isn't armed at all, just wants to be friends*
Cliffjumper: *tries to make a break for it*
Ratchet: *tags him with the sedation tab*
Cliffjumper: *just about squishes Bumblebee*
Bumblebee: *startled squeak as she's almost squished. Manages to scoot out of the way in time, though once she's clear, she's moving to gently smooth Cliffjumper's helm*
Raf: *as the two femmes work to get Cliffjumper back into his room* *turns and smacks Dallas in the side* C'mon.
Dallas: *slight start, before he's moving to head back to where Ruth is*
Ruth: *is topside, outside the barn where Denver's just pulled up in the white SUV. Is looking at a small cluster of tiny forms that is being hovered over by a grey-skinned dragon elf*
Salvage: Dad! Dad, look! Roughsong raided a pet breeding place.
Dallas: Holy.... *hurrying over to see if he can help*
Roughsong: *grins at him as she hunkers down to set one tiny girl back on her feet after the doll size youngster tipped over into a snow pile* I brought you guys the culls that I found in the snack room. Do you want one?
Chris: *helping another little guy back onto his feet, a serious scowl on his face*
Raoul: *out of the SUV and darting over to look* 0_0
Dallas: *moving to fuss over some of the little ones*
Denver: 0_0 *standing on the running board of the SUV and boggling*
Private Lee: *STARING*
Osk: What... what is this? *also staring*
Raoul: *slight flail as a tiny redhead grabs his leg and hugs it while rubbing her face against the denim of his jeans* Major Mac... Can we keep her?
small kids: *all cuddly, loving, and trusting. Some are trying to talk in soft little voices*
Denver: *quietly* Y-yeah.... *just plain stunned*
Private Lee: .... They're so little.....
Raoul: *hunkering down to talk softly to the little redhead, who looks up at him with amazing amber eyes*
Roughsong: Dallas? I have to get back. How many of the little ones do you want me to leave here?
Chris: *gently smoothing the golden curls of one little girl with big blue eyes* Shhhh. Shhhhh. Shhh...
Dallas: Are any other teams wanting to take some of them in?
Roughsong: We've got all the non-uglies. This place didn't breed any of the extreme breeds, so it's just a bunch of little things like him. *nods toward Chris, who growls at her* ...Only friendlier.
Dallas: *small nod. Will let Col. Franklin know about this right away*
Col. Franklin: //...She brought what?//
Dallas: More of the Ko Dan 'pets'.... *still feels ill saying that*
Col. Franklin: //... I'll be right there.//
Dallas: Yessir. *to Roughsong* The commander's on his way here....
Roughsong: Do I need to wait? *watching now as Raoul's little friend cuddles against him and listens to him talk*
Dallas: He'll be here soon.... *half suspects Col. Franklin has a PINpoint*
Col. Franklin: *suddenly standing right beside Private Lee*
Private Lee: Yipe! *skitters sideways* 0_0
Dallas: And there he is.
Col. Franklin: Ah, excuse me, Private Lee. I see you've arrived at an interesting time.
Private Lee: No kidding! *boggling*
Denver: *quietly* Col. Franklin, permission to be excused?
Col. Franklin: *gives her a look of concern*
Denver: *just a bit pale now*
Col. Franklin: *walks over to put a hand on her shoulder* Dismissed, Lt. Colonel.
Denver: *nod* Thank you, sir. *steps back* *to Raoul* Make sure she gets something to eat..... *PINpoints*
Raoul: *worried as he stands with new baby sister in arms*
Osk: *blinks and looks back into the SUV at Marcia* Aren't you coming out of there?
Marcia: *sulk sulk sulk, will get out and be a cloud of bitterness*
Osk: *gently pushes her toward the barn, knows the base is under there*
little bitty girl with big grey eyes: *suddenly attached to Marcia leg* Eeee!
Osk: o.0
Marcia: *looks down and scowls* Let go.
grey eyes: *as big a bear hug as a girl her size can give* *speaks softly in broken little half words of the Ko Dan language*
Marcia: *more scowl, will lift her leg and try to carefully shake the little girl loose*
grey eyes: *laughs! Those big eyes are dancing now*
Col. Franklin: *sharply* Motormaster, don't hurt her.
Marcia: *growl* Get. Her. Off.
grey eyes: *big grin* Get off!
Marcia: *more growl*
grey eyes: *laughs and hugs more*
Dallas: *will introduce Roughsong to Col. Franklin*
Col. Franklin: *nods to the woman and thanks her for bringing the children. Also asks if she needs help finding homes for others*
Roughsong: *tells him that they don't yet. This has been the first pet facility that hadn't been filled with poison gas at the approach of the rebel army*
Col. Franklin: *lips pressed together in a very thin line*
Dallas: *expression hard*
Roughsong: The owner kept a lot of the little people. He seems to be kind of girly for a Ko Dan, and calls them his babies.
Col. Franklin: But he was going to let some of them be eaten.
Roughsong: Yeah. We're talking to him about that now. But he's probably going to survive because the little ones need him. We took all the kids.
Dallas: Little ones?
Roughsong: Yeah. The adults.
Dallas: *small nod, attention going to some of the children*
Roughsong: And he's the only one who knows how to take care of the tanks that the new babies are in.
Col. Franklin: How did he respond to your taking the children?
Roughsong: He begged us to be good to them. And then he tried to interest one of the big humans in being one of his babies. He seemed fascinated by the guy. *snerk*
Dallas: ...Tell me it wasn't Moody.
Roughsong: Okay. *smirk* I won't.
Continued here