MTMTE. The /Lost Light/ and Terra. New Encounters Part 3

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continued from here



A few hours later, just after the Lost Light has landed safely at the space port


Nightwish: //Ratchet, is my armour ready?// *watches Marauder shoot out of the small hold's airlock and fly erratically toward the horizon*

Ratchet: *sounds just a bit grouchy* //I'm still working on it.//

Nightwish: *deep sigh* //Well you're supposed to be having RnR too, after this meeting with the official in charge of tourism.// *blink blink, brows UP* //Whirl, where are you?//

Whirl: *cackling* //I get why Nightstrike likes my controls so much! This is fun!//

Nightwish: *aloud and over comms, as she turns to look at Rodimus* Oh no.

Rodimus: 0_0 She didn't.

Nightwish: She got him transformed, and she's piloting him while he's passed out.

Rodimus: ... That is either the craziest thing she's ever done, or the most awesome thing ever.

Nightwish: *lifts brows* And I'm going to be meeting this official without the Magnus armour.

Blackflight: *coming over* Mythryl won't be bothered by that. As long as you're the people he needs to talk to, that's all he'll be worried about.

Nightwish: *turns her head to frown at him* But how am I supposed to be Ultra Magnus without the Ultra Magnus suit?

Blackflight: By introducing yourself as Ultra Magnus.

Nightwish: *"uh huh" look*

Tailgate: *comes bouncing over, happy and excited at finding her* Ultra Magnus! Flashpoint's hugmonster stopped crying!

Rodimus: *amused snickering*

Blackflight: *gives Nightwish a small smile*

Nightwish: *frown deepens, but then she understands. She is Ultra Magnus in the eyes of her crew, no matter what she looks like. Turns and stoops to hold out her arms to the little white minibot, noting that he's got Tempest securely zipped into the pet carrier* So she's all settled down?

Tailgate: *as he scoots closer to be picked up or hugged* Flashpoint is.

Nightwish: *scoops him up and hugs him close* What about the little shimmer?

Tailgate: *as he snuggles* She still looks sad.

Nightwish: Sad? Oh. She's worried about her. Are Ambulon or First Aid bringing her? *looks toward the door to see*

Ambulon: *steering the hover gurney with its winged occupant and hugmonster carefully through the door*

Nightwish: *smiles at the red woman* Are you ready to hold up your half of that bet?

Flashpoint: *small nod*

baby hugmonster: *worried trill*

Nightwish: *offers the tiny thing her fingertip* Don't worry, she'll be alright once she's at her folks' place.

baby: *strop* *belly is full and she's sleepy, but she's too worried about her nice man to sleep!*

Nightwish: *grins her half a grin* She's a beauty, Flash. *has Tailgate on her hip now*

Flashpoint: *small smile* *attempt at getting up is thwarted by Ambulon's hand on her shoulder*

Nightwish: No. Here. *gently slips Tailgate and his pet carrier onto her back, and moves her wings to hold him safely, then stoops to lift Flashpoint into her arms*

Flashpoint: *stiffens slightly*

Nightwish: Relax. Mythryl's waiting for you out there.

Flashpoint: *circulating slowly, trying to keep calm*

Nightwish: *chirps to the little hugmonster, and then glances at the medic* Are you ready for some RnR?

babby: *chirp*

Ambulon: I think so. *chuckles*

Nightwish: Alright. Rodimus and I will hurry up and get our part done, so you can have yours. *doesn't blink as she hears anti-aircraft fire in the distance*

Ambulon: *nods* I'd better get the gurney back to Ratchet, first.

Nightwish: *nods, and then heads for outer door of the airlock* Did you forget how to open that, Rodimus?

Rodimus: *sheepish grin*

Nightwish: *boggles* You did?

Rodimus: *and then he's laughing and opening the outer door of the airlock*

Nightwish: *shakes her head at him, and then looks out through the door to see what she already knows is there*

Terra citizens: *going about their day, though a few have stopped to watch the Lost Light curiously*

Nightwish: //Look. Flash's mom is bigger than her dad.//

Rodimus: //...How can you tell which one is her mom?//

Nightwish: *gives him a "Did you just ask that?" look*

Rodimus: //... Right.//

Mythryl: *moving to approach first, with Jumpjet following*

Nightwish: *turns back to their hosts* //You go down the ramp first, so I don't kick you off of it with Flash's feet.//

Rodimus: //Right.// *will move to head down the ramp*

Nightwish: *follows, walking easily despite carrying a Seeker the same height as herself in her arms and a little minibot on her back*

Tailgate: *big optics behind his visor*

Mythryl: *nods* Which of you is Ultra Magnus?

Nightwish: *steps up beside her captain at the foot of the ramp* Lost Light CO2 Ultra Magnus. Hi. *words mostly formal, but there is just enough relaxed ease in her body language to put others at ease*

Mythryl: *nods* Welcome to Terra.

Jumpjet: Here, let me have Flashpoint. *will reach for the red woman*

Nightwish: *hands Flashpoint over* Careful of the baby. She seems to want to stay out and protect her.

Jumpjet: *soft chuckle* Then she's doing her job. *and then three hugmonsters of various colors and patterns are emerging from within her shell to talk to the baby*

Flashpoint: *soft sigh*

baby: *chirp, trill, fuss*

Nightwish: *smiles her half smile, and then steps back beside Rodimus and looks at Mythryl* This is my commanding officer, Captain Rodimus.

Mythryl: *nods and bows at the waist in what's clearly meant to be a polite gesture* It is an honor and a pleasure to meet you both. I am Mythryl.

Rodimus: *hesitantly imitates Mythryl's bow* Likewise, Mythryl.

Nightwish: *also bows, though not as low so as to not alarm her passenger*

Mythryl: *rising from his bow, he catches sight of Tailgate and chuckles softly*

Rodimus: *as he rises from his bow* The little guy's Tailgate.

Mythryl: *nods* Hello, Tailgate.

Tailgate: *shyly* H-Hello.

Nightwish: Tailgate is my brother by choice. There are two more of my wingmembers currently joyriding in Marauder as he naps.

Mythryl: ... *blink. Blink. And then he's laughing* Oh, dear.

Jumpjet: *snickerfit*

Flashpoint: *soft 'heh'*

Nightwish: *humour in her golden eyes* So no. He's not drunk. He's unconscious.

Mythryl: *more laughter, relays this to the anti-aircraft gunners*

Nightwish: *transmits the transmitted disappointment to her captain*

Rodimus: *snickerfitdie*

Jumpjet: He deserves it. *so amused. Will begin walking home carefully so she doesn't jostle Flashpoint and the babby hugmonster too badly*

Mythryl: Jumpjet, be nice. *chuckling*

Rodimus: So, what do we need for permission for the Lost Light's crew to take shore leave?

Nightwish: *looks up from shifting her grasp on Tailgate and his pet carrier, her brow ridges lifting slightly*

Mythryl: We'll need to fill out a few forms. Mostly liability paperwork.

Rodimus: *stiffens at the word 'paperwork*

Nightwish: Alright. And are off-world species allowed as long as they're leashed or caged? *looks down at the tiny pink face pressed curiously to the screening of the pet carrier*

Mythryl: *nods, attention going to where Nightwish is looking. Surprised expression is a go*

Tailgate: *itty bitty squeak as he reacts to Mythryl's surprise*

Nightwish: Tempest is a domestic species from a human populated world. Humans are like the small person currently sticking her tongue out at my back from the top of the ramp.

Mythryl: I see... *very surprised* Is he similar to hugmonsters? *meaning Tempest*

Nightwish: *honestly* Different breed of the genetically same species. Tempest is a young hatchling yet.

Tempest: *distracted and looking up at the top window now as he cheerfully squeaks back to little Daddy*

Mythryl: *small nod* I see.

Tailgate: *soft clicks for Tempest*

Tempest: *clicking now!*

Nightwish: His breed has no hunting or attack instinct at all.

Mythryl: *considering this now and mentally comparing what he's learned to the creatures he's more familiar with*

Nightwish: *recalling Blackflight's incredulity upon learning about the docility of the little pink pet* When he's older he'll probably stick up for himself if someone hurts him, but right now he's a baby with the primary life goal to be lovable to every... *blinks at the big toothy muzzle that just got stuck in her face* ...One?

Mythryl: Belladonna, Jumpjet will be upset that you've wandered off again.

Belladonna: *headtilt, is curious about the interesting peeps she saw. Intelligent, dark eyes study everyone in the group as the brown and tan raptor pays Mythryl's words no mind*

Rodimus: Ack!

Tailgate: *meeep!*

Nightwish: *blinks, and then gently swats the big critter under the chin with the back of her freeable hand*

Tempest: *comical little warning sound, and then a quizzical peep. Head is tilted totally sideways so that one bright blue eye can look up at that big whatever it is*

Belladonna: *perks up. Heard baby! Will talk to baby!*

Nightwish: *chuckles and turns sideways so she can look around Belladonna as Tempest chats back brightly* What is this?

Mythryl: Jumpjet's shoulder angel. Her mate, Francisco, is recovering from a broken leg he got during a bad bar fight with some locals.

Rodimus: *startled laughter* Shoulder angel?

Nightwish: *absently blows on Belladonna as the critter nudges her cheek*

Belladonna: *chirrs and trills, wants to see the baby!*

Mythryl: *nods* Bouncers have two of them, and they're trained to assist with the duties of a bouncer.

Rodimus: *wide, amazed grin* Your wife is a bouncer.

Mythryl: *nods* Yes, she is.

Rodimus: You're joking!

Nightwish: *glances at the official, and can see that he's not* *attention back to showing Belladonna to look through the end window of Tempest's carrier and gently dissuading the big raptor from licking Tailgate*

Belladonna: *talkin' to baby now!*

Tailgate: *squeak!*

Mythryl: *puzzled look for Rodimus* No. I know better than to joke about my wife's occupation.

Rodimus: *blinks, still looking amused and amazed, though not mocking* But... a bouncer? In a bar?

Mythryl: *nods* Among other venues. It's one of the most highly-respected law enforcement positions, but sadly, most of our younger population lacks the skillset necessary for it.

Rodimus: *mouth falls open, and then he laughs out loud* I love this place!

Mythryl: *chuckles* I hear that quite often.

speaker on Belladonna's collar: *crackles*

Jumpjet: //Where are you, you leathery scraphead? Frankie can't open the door for me!//

Belladonna: *snort* *gently noses Tempest's carrier. Bye, baby. I see you later, maybe* *will turn around, put her head down and her tail up, and head for home*

Nightwish: *was listening to the local free media* *turns now to look at Mythryl* Your people use living animals for badges?

Rodimus: Huh?

Tempest: *bitty conversation with his little Daddy now*

Mythryl: *nod* The different professions each have a specific companion animal as their mark of identification.

Nightwish: Does that include that creature that you're wearing as a cape?

Rodimus: ... *hadn't realized that was an animal. Actually, he hadn't realized it was there. Squints at it with interest now*

Mythryl: *nods* Cuddlebugs are only given to those who act as ambassadors and liaisons.

Nightwish: *brow quirk* Cuddlebugs?

Mythryl: That's what the people of their homeworld call them.

Nightwish: *surreptitious kick of her captain's ankle as he muffles snerks* I see. How would you like to address the paperwork?

Mythryl: Come with me to my office. It isn't far, and the forms can be filed immediately.

Nightwish: Would it be alright if only I went? My captain isn't the desk sort.

Rodimus: *perks up at the possibility of not having to sit still for long periods of time*

Mythryl: *nods* As long as we have at least one official from your ship, then there is no problem.

Blackflight: He and the others will need guides.

Nightwish: *turns to the male Seeker* Guides?

Blackflight: To show where all the good places to refuel are, and any points of interest they may wish to see.

Nightwish: *chuckles* I don't think all this lot will need them. *nods toward the sound of a slight crash in the distance* Most of them are on this ship because they love to explore.

Blackflight: Ah. I see. *small nod*

Nightwish: *looks to Mythryl to see if that's alright*

Serena: *behind the COs, at the head of the ramp with Verity* Awww. Uncle Grok can't go out. This is too chilly for him.

Mythryl: *small nod to Nightwish, will move to approach the ramp*

Serena: *sees him, and her blue eyes go big before she makes a very Mrrpt-Nyaah gesture of respect*

Verity: *stares at her* Did you just mew?

Mythryl: *will gently tap on one of the claws of his cuddlebug* *to Serena* I have something your uncle can borrow if he wishes to explore.

Serena: *looks at the big soft thing he's wearing* *uncertainly* My uncle's not human, like me. He's big, scaly, and scary.

Blackflight: *grin* *to Mythryl* He looks like an armoured white shoulder angel.

Mythryl: *surprised*

Serena: He's a swampman. They come from a world that's really hot and humid. Big armour plates, big teeth. *little grin* He's the best guy around, though. He won't hurt your blanket thing.

cuddlebug: *waking up and yawning, then. Will peek over her person's shoulder and chirp curiously*

Mythryl: Blanket? *will gently scritch his cuddlebug's chin*

Jazz: *from behind the girls* You jokin', man?

Mythryl: *looks to the source of the voice, confusion clear on his face*

Jazz: *cheery grin* You really don't know what a blanket is, yer Excellency?

Mythryl: I am not familiar with the term, I'm afraid.

Jazz: *yanks an Ironhide red one with Autobot symbols on it out of her subspace and holds it up* That's a blanket.

Serena: *covered in folds of blankets. Only part visible is toes curled with amusement*

Verity: *jumped back, and is now wondering if she should've held still*

Mythryl: *surprised* Ah... I see. *curious about the blanket now*

Jazz: They're kinda comfy ta sleep under. *lowers the blanket and grins up at him past it*

Serena: *frees her head from blanket folds and nods up to Mythryl*

Verity: *kicks the other side of the blanket, aiming for Serena's butt*

Mythryl: *considering look, hesitantly reaches for part of the blanket*

Jazz: *puts it over her arm, and then offers him part to feel*

Mythryl: *pleased sound at how soft the blanket feels*

Jazz: *grins, and then looks thoughtful* Think your folks'd like some'a those if me 'n my buddy brought 'em in the bar with us?

Mythryl: *nods* I believe so.

Jazz: Sweet! *tosses off a salute, and then turns and jogs back through the airlock*

Serena: *telling Mom that there's a solution for Uncle Grok. Somebody is willing to loan him a living blanket with a real sweet pattern on it*

Eee-Chirr: *relaying this to Grok*

Grok: *is the sound of quiet boot treads a moment later, and comes into the airlock with Poppet purring limp over his shoulders. Looks at Mythryl with one eye, and then the other, gauging the cybernetic man's intentions and his attachment to the pet he's offering to lend*

Mythryl: *gently encouraging his cuddlebug to let go for the moment*

cuddlebug: *biiig yawn, will climb up her person's back and down his front so she can sit on his arms for a moment*

Grok: *looks at the slender, long legged creature with her bright grey, red, and orange markings, and her soft grey belly partially obscured by the folds of skin between her limbs* *quietly* Hhhhello.

Poppet: *curious look from her placid face. Is wearing her comfy mesh vest harness with the new ID tag made from a spiral cut piece of pastel pink rubber tube*

Mythryl: *as the cuddlebug chirps and brings both of her ears forward in greeting* This is Verdandi. She will help keep you warm, friend.

Grok: *gravely, though that JD learned sparkle is still strong in his red eyes* Thhhank you. *coaxes Poppet down into his arms, and then offers the big soft cat* Poppet will ssstay with you till Verdandi comessss hhhome, if you like.

Poppet: *looks at Verdandi and wonders if it is a scary*

Verdandi: *chirp, wiggles ears as her person moves to put her around the shoulders of the other person. Will go with it because they're not trying to swat at her, so they must be good peeps, right?*

Poppet: *quizzical little sound as she watches this, then moves her own ears as Master rumbles softly*

Grok: *gravely offers his kitty. Eyes asking Mythryl to take good care of her* *quietly* Shhhe is old, and timid.

Mythryl: *will be very gentle as he carefully cradles Poppet close* I will do everything in my power to ensure her safety.

Serena: *rubbing her face against Verdandi's lower leg to enjoy the softness of her short, warm fur*

Verdandi: *chirp, chatter*

Grok: *sighs and gently pulls Verdandi's folds around him* Yesss. This is what I need. Thhank you. *then looks toward an amazed shout from the local onlookers*

onlooker: Look! They exchanged their badges. This crew must be true brothers!

Mythryl: *as Verdandi snuggles and hums happily* Welcome to Terra, brother.

Grok: *looks back to him with surprise, but then does his version of that infectious JD grin* Thhhank you, brother.

Serena: *lets go of Verdandi and glomps Mythryl's leg, rubbing her cheek on it and making a little purring sound*

Verity: ... I don't know that kid.

Eee-Chirr: *as she approaches in her human form* She'ss greeting Mythryl.

Grok: My ssssister is Mrrpt-Nyaah. Ssserena speaksss hhher language.

Serena: *quizzical look upward as she wonders if she misstepped by greeting her new uncle*

Mythryl: Ah... *just a bit puzzled. Clearly has never heard of the Mrrpt-Nyaah*

Rodimus: *to Eee-Chirr* Don't you usually look more like Poppet?

Eee-Chirr: *looks to Rodimus* Yess, but if it would have been too cold for Grok, it would have been uncomfortable for mysself. *fiddles with the ends of the hair on her head. In human form, she's not much taller than Verity, though her eyes are the exact same color as they are in her natural form*

Rodimus: *is over by the ramp, pulling himself up so that he can rest his chin on it* Gotcha. *winces, but then perks* Do you and your family want to come with me to start with? I just bought entertainment tickets, and it's supposed to be family friendly comedy.

Grok: *looks down* I would like that.

Serena: Comedy? *squee*

Verity: Loser.

Eee-Chirr: *slight smile* I would enjoy that asss well.

Rodimus: Great! :D *then forgets how high up he is, lets go, and whaps himself good on the chin as he falls*

Mythryl: *worriedly* That looked painful.

Grok: *looking over the edge of the ramp with surprise and concern*

Nightwish: *dryly, from the base of the ramp* He's made planetfall without a ship.

Mythryl: *boggles*

Eee-Chirr: 0_0

Rodimus: *frowning up at the underside of the Lost Light* ...Who tagged the ship?

Nightwish and Serena: *both trying not to crack up*

Grok: *will hug Mythryl, and then slip past him down the ramp, bringing family along*

Mythryl: *small smile as he watches the family depart*

Poppet: *soft sound of sad confusion as she watches her family go*

Mythryl: *will give gentle scritches and rumble quietly*

Rodimus: *picks himself up and moves to follow Grok and his family* Ack! Wait up!

Nightwish: *dry affection* "There they go, and I must catch up, for I am their leader."

Mythryl: *startled expression is a go*

Nightwish: *senses his surprise and looks at him quizzically* Sir?

Mythryl: If you need to keep track of him, we can fill out the forms later.

Nightwish: *laughs and gives Tailgate a snuggle* It's a quote. I can find him when I need to.

Tailgate: *nods in agreement as he's snuggled*

Nightwish: Also, Poppet knows how to do the shoulder kitty. Rodimus taught her.

Poppet: *heard name* Mmrr?

Mythryl: Shoulder kitty?

Nightwish: Like how Grok was carrying her when he came out.

Poppet: *already trying to climb up in obedience to the familiar words*

Mythryl: Ah... *will help Poppet onto his shoulders*

Poppet: *gets settled and puts her chin down. Mighty morphin' mega purr*

Mythryl: *smiles. Is totally sharing the experience on the planet-wide network*

Nightwish: Awww. That's her happy sound. Poppet's the kind of cat to make it even when she's frightened, because she's trying to make the people around her happy.

Mythryl: Awww.

Poppet: *kitty kiss for the side of his head as she hears the sound for good and cute kitties*

Mythryl: *very gentle scritchies. Is one happy official*

Nightwish: Alright. Shall we get that paperwork done? I think most the crew is waiting on that. *blinks and watches a massive, burly bot run across the paved area, a long, low, BRIGHT HIGHLIGHTER YELLOW, thing humping along in his wake and squealing shrilly*

Mythryl: Oh, dear. Seems someone's run afoul of a Corroder.

Nightwish: *watching as the fluffy reptilian being lifts a crest of feathers along its back and opens its bulldog-like jaws* ...Corroder?

Mythryl: So named because a bite from one corrodes one's paint and needs medical treatment before they'll be able to wear paint on that part again.

Nightwish: *optics widen slightly* Are they wild animals? *then watches a strapping, burly, multichanger woman in yellow and white paint run past the way the creature and the drunk went*

Mythryl: No. They work with the local law enforcement.

Nightwish: *quietly* I'm wondering how that bot is even running, with the amount of overcharge he's packing.

Mythryl: It's probably one of the regulars...

fugitive: *squeals nearly as shrilly as the corroder as the beast catches him and wraps around his leg*

Poppet: *scared kitty!* *presses close to Mythryl*

Mythryl: *soothing sounds and more gentle scritches*

Nightwish: *watches the drunken bot flail around hysterically* Regulars?

Mythryl: We have the occasional bot who seems to be constantly running into trouble with the law. *pause* And it doesn't help that most of them tend to be part of gestalts...

Nightwish: *winces as she watches the police woman jump on the drunk and cuff him- both upside the head and his wrists together* How is she not getting stepped on?

Mythryl: *looking up the arrested bot, and asking at the bar* ... Because he's not part of a gestalt.

Nightwish: *looks at him* You mean she would be, otherwise?

Mythryl: No. We'd have a battle of gestalts, otherwise.

Nightwish: *looks at the cop again, and sees that despite her proficiency and strength in assuming more than one alt mode, she is indeed a multiple birth sparked combiner* To judge from the CNA variations I see in her spark, I'd say she had at least six siblings who split off from her before birth, and maybe a couple others who weren't part of the set but who still combine.

Mythryl: *blink blink* Are you a medic, then?

Nightwish: No. I just have strong sensors, among other things. *looks down at Tailgate to see if he's bored*

Tailgate: *snuggled close and dozing*

Nightwish: *holds him close and turns her optics back to Mythryl, aware of the drunk being dragged off in the meantime as the corroder hangs around the policewoman's neck*

Mythryl: Ah. *small nod* We should get the paperwork filled out. *will move to lead the way to where he works*

Nightwish: *follows* So what other creatures are used for badges here? I'm guessing the corroders are? I noticed the yellow markings on the policewoman's neck.

Mythryl: The markings are there to signify when the corroder is in pursuit. *small nod* As for what other creatures are used for badges, Navy captains are given a cybernetic petbadge when they first get promoted. I'm also guessing you saw creatures outside the ship as you were coming in for your landing?

Nightwish: Blackflight said they were dingbats. *and some of the crew had laughed about it till they nearly leaked*

Mythryl: *nods* They do tend to leave serious dings if you are not careful.

Nightwish: *lifts brows* I see.

Mythryl: They also deal with the upper atmosphere predators.

Nightwish: Upper atmosphere predators? *glances up toward a burly, grouchy looking old bot with a prettily patterned fat toad on his shoulder*

Mythryl: *nods and begins explaining about the predators, pausing to introduce the old bot*

Nightwish: *brows are lifted* It's a pleasure to meet you, Brainstorm. We have a Brainstorm aboard the Lost Light as well, though she won't be leaving the ship while we're planet-side.

qBrainstorm: *hmphs* Fine by me.

Mythryl: *looks like he desperately wants to facepalm*

Nightwish: *brows lift higher. Oh, it's an old grouch! Oh!* *impulsive hug with the arm not holding Tailgate*

qBrainstorm: *startled squawk*

Mythryl: *can't help it, is now laughing heartily*

Tailgate: *blinks sleepily, and then helps with the hug as the toad sings and Tempest makes quizzical and excited little sounds*

Nightwish: *smiles up at qBrainstorm*

qBrainstorm: *trying to get away* Let me go!

Mythryl: *isn't going to be any help in this case*

Nightwish: No! You need hugs. *soft laughter*

qBrainstorm: No, I don't!

toad: *singing happily, and joined by a chorus of qBrainstorm's hugmonsters*

Nightwish: Yes you do. All old grouches do. *snuggle*

Tailgate: *hug hug* ^_^

qBrainstorm: No, I don't! *squirm*

Nightwish: That's not what your toad says.

Tailgate: *turns that happy, irresistible grin of his up to the old bot*

qBrainstorm: *can't help it, will smile* That darn toad... *chuckles and shakes his head before making one last escape attempt* So why can't your Brainstorm go off-ship?

Nightwish: *lets him go and cuddles Tailgate and the happily peeping pet carrier* Because she's a mad scientist.

Tailgate: *serious nod, and then hides on Nightwish*

qBrainstorm: ... Mad scientist? *raised brow ridge*

Nightwish: Yeeup. You know how some bots can't tell the sludgy words from the polite ones?

qBrainstorm: You mean like Calypso?

Mythryl: *snickerfit*

Nightwish: Yours can't tell? Uh. Yes. Well the Brainstorm I know is like that with ethics.

qBrainstorm: ... Hm. *considering look* I'll be back shortly.

Nightwish: *brows lift slightly with surprise* Alright, but I'll be at Mythryl's office.

qBrainstorm: Not like that place is ever locked when he's there. *heading down the road*

Mythryl: *chuckles* That is true. I am a very big advocate of an open door policy.

Nightwish: *as she strides along beside him* Rodimus does the same, though he's seldom in the office now that his treat stash has been depleted.

Mythryl: Oh, dear. *considering look* Does he like molybdenum?

Nightwish: I'm not sure he's had it. Lately he's been been busy stealing cookies from the bar we have aboard the ship.

Mythryl: Ah... *small nod. Totally intends to give Rodimus a package of molybdenum sweets*

Nightwish: *sees Tailgate's hopeful perk and pulls a cinna cookie out of subspace for him*

cookie: *spreads the love scent!*

Mythryl: *curious* What is that?

Nightwish: *looks over, and then grins and gets one of Rodimus' favourite choccy coated ones out and offers it to the official* The cookies I was talking about.

Mythryl: *will accept the offered cookie and study it curiously before tasting it* *surprised expression is a go*

Nightwish: That one's a choccy menthol.

Mythryl: It's very tasty. *grin*

Nightwish: It's Rodimus' favourite flavour. Though he likes the cinna ones like Tailgate has, too.

Mythryl: *small nod, chuckling softly as he moves to unlock his office*

Nightwish: *hand on his* There's a bot in there with her feet up on your desk.

Mythryl: *pause* Flyer or grounder?

Nightwish: Young tawny female. I don't see any trace of flying apparatus.

Mythryl: Then it's more than likely Land Skimmer.

Nightwish: Land Skimmer?

Mythryl: My brother's youngest.

Nightwish: *glances at Poppet, who is washing Mythryl's shoulder* Which brother?

Mythryl: Motortracker. He's my oldest brother.

Nightwish: Farmer? Wife's name starts with a D sound?

Mythryl: *nods* Daystrider is his wife. *curiously* How did you know what his occupation is?

Nightwish: Do you guys have any stories with people from other realities in them? *watches the opening of the door, then blinks as a beautiful tiny fuzzy girl with big bright eyes and a cute little dress flies out on beautiful moth wings* Huh. A Minxie.

Mythryl: Other realities? *curious*

Nightwish: Yes, alternate universes.

Land Skimmer: You mean like the stories Jackknife likes to read? *followed the Minxie out the door*

Nightwish: *looks up at the tall youngster* Reality with the same people doing different things as the reality the hero lives in?

Land Skimmer: *expression brightens as she nods* Yup!

Nightwish: Yeah, well. I'm a Mary Sue from another reality. *lifts brows*

Land Skimmer: ... What's a Mary Sue?

Nightwish: *scans airwaves. Supplies the local term*

Land Skimmer: Ooooh. *slight frown*

Mythryl: *boggling slightly* I thought you were the captain's wife.

Nightwish: Not yet. The CMO says I need to be older first. *slight grin*

Mythryl: ...

Land Skimmer: *blink blink* How old are you if your docbot says you're too young?

Nightwish: *snorts* Four vorns.

Land Skimmer: ... You're twice my age. Why can't you get married?

Nightwish: *shrugs* Doc says I'm too young. *looks at the desk as the Minxie flies over and starts calling up files from the desk* She's the secretary?

Mythryl: *nods* Clover is very good at her job. *nods to the little gold Minxie*

Nightwish: *slight smile* Minxies are usually good at doing their jobs. *looks down* Did you just poke Tailgate, young lady?

Land Skimmer: I thought he was a hug doll!

Nightwish: *shakes her head, slightly amused* He's a sleeping bot.

Land Skimmer: Awww... He's tiny. ^_^

Nightwish: *chuckles* Some of our minibots are smaller. *turns her attention back to Mythryl* Alright, let's get this done.

Mythryl: *chuckles and nods, offering Nightwish a writing tool*

((Written with random_xtras))

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