HSV. Racetrack. Mearing's Visit

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Mearing: *in a bit of a foul mood, mostly because her flight was delayed for three hours in Las Vegas, which means that she's running late. Demanded the moment Major Lennox arrived at the terminal to pick her up that she see Optimus Prime IMMEDIATELY. Now, she's sitting in a black SUV and trying to figure out just what's in the car seat in the back seat, since she can hear the occasional clicking sound*

Will: *fiddles with the radio as he drives along the roads toward where he knows one of the Optimuses is. Grins as he comes across a station playing 'Baby Beluga'. Leaves it there* *then glances at the woman in the shotgun seat* So who are you again?

Mearing: *scowls ever so slightly at the Major* Director Charlotte Mearing.

Silverstreak: *wiggles a bit as he naps, clickstorm*

Will: *turns up the radio as he glances into the rear view mirror, then frowns toward Mearing* Director of what?

Mearing: *more scowl* National Intelligence. *starting to think this Major is an idiot*

Will: *gives her a slow frown* ...So what does the Director of National Intelligence want with the Autobot Primes?

Mearing: I'm here to oversee the Autobot's integration into human society. Including the citizenship paperwork, tax forms, and every other piece of red tape and paperwork that is required.

Silverstreak: *more wiggling and clicking. Is starting to wake up, and isn't feeling very good right now. Firebite is yuck.... and he's teething too....* *soft fussing*

Will: *giving Mearing a slow stare even as he surfs on the radio to find more of the sparklet's favourite music* Oh, hey... 'Jekyll and Hyde'.

Mearing: ...Just what are you transporting, Major? *can hear those fussy sounds even over the blare of old rock, and doesn't like the idea that there's something she hasn't been told about*

Silverstreak: *awake and looking around* .... *hey, Unca Will? There's gonna be a shriek from back there really soon.... Bitty has nothing to gnaw on!*

Will: *glances over his shoulder to check on Silverstreak, and then frowns with dismay* Ah fr... uitcake. He's going to lose his mind. Could you reach between the seats and grab that blue cookie cutter, Director?

Mearing: .... *raised brow* 'He'? *is reaching nonetheless*

Will: Yeah. Silverstreak's teething, and he's got a touch of Firebite. It makes him cranky.

Mearing: .... *staring at you now, Will*

Will: *anxious expression* Get the cookie cutter! He's going to start screaming.

Mearing: .... *gets the cookie cutter*

Silverstreak: *gearing up for a shriek right now, in fact!*

Will: *snags the cookie cutter, and then reaches waaaaay back to poke Silverstreak in the face with it* Hey, buddy, look.

Silverstreak: *startled and distracted from shrieking, grabs the cookie cutter* *gnaw gnaw gnaw*

Will: *sigh of relief as he hears the creaking sounds. Is driving along with half of one eye on the road*

Mearing: *looking very uneasy now.... Which could be for any number of reasons, really....*

Will: *and then turns his full attention back to driving just in time to laugh as a pretty silver Pontiac zips past and seems to waggle its booty at him as it roars off ahead of them*

Mearing: *frowning as she watches the Pontiac speed off* *mutter* As if there weren't enough crazy drivers on the road....

Will: She's a lot less crazy than some I know. *turns off onto a side road that's marked by a sign about a race track*

Mearing: ....A race track?

Will: *hand out the window for a rude gesture at a red Lambo that just went by and honked at him* Yes, ma'am.

Mearing: .... And that was.... Some foreign car?

Will: That was Sideswipe. One of the Autobots. *pulls up to the gate and shows his season family pass to the ticket taker*

Sideswipe: *pulls up behind them and revs*

Mearing: ....He's certainly obnoxious. *can see that she needs to get started getting these robots situated*

Silverstreak: *muffled clickstorm around his nom*

Will: He has his moments. *pulls into the parking lot, then finds a space and cuts the engine*

Mearing: *unbuckling and moving to get out. Will look around with a small frown*

Silverstreak: *gnaw gnaw gnaws his nom and seems to be considering going back to sleep*

Will: *gets out and moves to the back door, which he opens and then inserts the top half of his body through* Hey, big guy. How're you feeling? Hmm? *yup, that's babytalk, Mearing*

Silverstreak: *kicks his legs a bit and clicks around his nom*

Mearing: Why are we here, Major Lennox?

Will: *ducks his head to look toward Mearing through the SUV's windows as he unbuckles Silverstreak from the car seat. Then grabs the sparklet's blanket and backs out of the SUV* You wanted to see Optimus. The other ones aren't where you can see them. *heads toward the stands* You want any snacks?

Mearing: *much frowning as she moves to follow* No.

Silverstreak: *snuggaUnca*

Will: Alright. *makes sure Silverstreak's well covered so he doesn't get over stimulated and start fussing, then starts shoving his way down to the sideline where Optimus' pit crew is currently sitting and watching him drive toward the starting line*

Mikaela: *sitting on the hood of the cute little tawny golden car as she absently shoves her hair out of her face and tells two big mastiffs to sit down and stop pulling each others' ears*

Miles: *back with snacks!* *will move to carefully join Mikaela on the hood of the car and offer her the popcorn*

Mearing: *frowning as she looks around, making note of Mikaela's presence. Yes, she's read the reports*

Mikaela: *kisses Miles on the cheek, and then tries to stick a boiled peanut up his nose before she waves to someone across the track*

Thundercracker: *standing over there at the back of the stands with humans on his shoulders and in his arms*

Miles: *protests the attempted peanut up the nose! See him spazz?*

Mearing: What are they doing here?

Silverstreak: *muffled clickstorm, which is slowing down as the babby settles and resumes his nap*

Will: *looks up from the bundle in his arms* Who doing here, ma'am?

crowd: *roars as a silver femmebot poses and gestures toward the flame decorated rig on the starting line.

Jazz: *is between the two rigs and so invisible to Mearing. Is hamming it up and working the crowd*

Mearing: *trying to be heard over the crowd* Miss Banes and Mister Lancaster!

Will: *glances at Mikaela and Miles* *lifts his voice* They're part of the pit crew!

announcer: Gentlemen! Start your engines!

rigs: *roar to life and start revving*

crowd: *goes wild!*

Mearing: *can't hear herself think now!*

Silverstreak: *snuggle, purr, splatsleep. How the little guy can splatsleep with all this noise is anybody's guess*

Miles: *cheering like a loon*

Mikaela: *standing up on the hood as she sticks two fingers into her mouth and lets out whistle after piercing whistle*

Will: *wide grin as he watches the big rigs buck against their brakes, and then sees the starting lights begin to change*

tawny gold car: *suddenly blares its horn!*

Miles: YEEP!!! *faceplant on the ground*

Mearing: .... *so not impressed*

Mikaela: *doesn't notice, too busy pumping both fists in the air*

trucks: *off the line with a scream of tires! The one with flames shoots ahead!*

Jazz: *epic gesture of waving them off the starting line! Is revealed as the rigs depart*

Mearing: *BOGGLES* What the?!

Keepsake: *transforms, Mikaela in one arm and Miles in the other* GO, OPTIMUS! BEAT HIS FRAGGIN AFT!!

crowd: *SO MUCH NOISE*

Announcer: AND IT'S OPTIMUS PRIME! OPTIMUS PRIME WINS!!!!

Keepsake: *screams blue murder with glee*

Miles: *gleeful spazzing now!*

Mearing: .... *serious "WTS" expression is a go*

Keepsake: *sets down her teammates and goes running down the track to check on Optimus*

Mikaela: *laughing as she follows, her hair streaming out behind her in the wind of her passing*

Miles: *hurries after Keepsake and Mikaela, whooping and cheering as he goes*

Will: *shoots Mearing a very big, very happy and proud grin*

Mearing: .... *raised brow over her glasses*

Optimus: *transforms down there and waves to the crowd, then chugs thirstily from an oil drum as Keepsake scans him and pokes at him*

Mearing: .... *staring now*

Will: He'll have time to talk now. He doesn't race again till the round after this next one. *absent-minded baby dance*

Jazz: *comes sauntering over, a wide grin on her face below her visor, then hunkers down* Heyya, Will. You got baby detail, huh?

Silverstreak: *issa sleepin', clickstormy bundle of parts under the blanket*

Mearing: ... *just a bit uncertain now. Will cautiously move to head for where Optimus is*

track security: Are you supposed to be on this track, lady?

Mearing: *authoritative tone* I need to speak with Optimus Prime.

ts: *old grey guard lifts brows* You got a pass?

Optimus: *off the track now and hunkered up small as he holds a tiny girlchild in his hand and smiles at the camera held by that child's mother*

Mearing: This is a matter of National Security.

ts: *arms crossed and lifts the other eyebrow at her as though letting her know that her story is terrible*

Will: *comes trotting up* Hey, George. Director Mearing and I just need to talk to Op for a few minutes.

ts: *perks* Oh. You mean she was telling the truth? Heh. *tips hat. Gruffly* Sorry, ma'am.

Mearing: *ICE QUEEN* Do NOT. Call me. "Ma'am".

ts: Sure. *turns and jogs away* HEY, YOU, PUNK! STOP TAKIN' PICTURES OF JAZZ'S CABOOSE! STINKIN' PERVERT!

Will: *looking at Mearing* ...

Mearing: *silently fuming*

Will: *shrugs and pats Silverstreak's back, then turns toward where Optimus is now tenderly holding a three month old boy as the child's proud father tells him all about the baby* So, you want to talk to him, he's over here. Sir.

Mearing: *moving to approach Optimus*

male voice behind her: Excuse me, ma'am. Going through.

Mearing: *turns to see who is speaking, boggles a bit at the sight of the Cybertronian before her*

Galvatron: *quizzical look from where he's rolling another oil drum toward Optimus* Er... you're in the way. *wearing a trucker hat with an Autobot symbol on the front*

Mearing: Er.... *will get out of the way*

Galvatron: *rolls the drum over to his brother*

Optimus: *hands baby back, then thanks Galvatron, and grabs the drum. Pokes a hole in it before eagerly drinking the contents*

Mearing: ... *oh, great. This was not what she was expecting.... She can just see her plans for getting the Autobots SSNs, assigning them to various communities she's chosen (after educating them on proper conduct, of course), and keeping a close eye on them going up in smoke*

big engines: *roaring and revving behind her again as the crowd yells and cheers*

Optimus: *looks over* *aloud and over comms* Magnus, give yourself more gas.

Mikaela: *giving Mason a LOOK* Speaking of gas... *hand over nose*

Miles: *has plugged his nose* Dude, Mason, ew.....

Mason: *brow quirkies, and then goes and sniffs the shoes of the woman in glasses*

Magnus: *hear that mighty engine revving now?*

Mearing: *moving away from the big dog to approach Optimus*

Harley: *sits up and looks at the stranger as she comes over to the big bot* *wuff!*

Mikaela: *growls at dog*

Harley: *wagga tail, and then slarp Wheelie*

Optimus: *doesn't notice the actions of his organic friends as he regards the stranger quizzically* Hello.

Mearing: You are not supposed to be here! *is one mad lady*

Optimus: *as Mikaela and Will stare at the Director* *brow quirk* I beg your pardon, ma'am?

Will: *still staring* Optimus, this is Director of Intelligence Charlotte Mearing. She's supposed to be your liaison to the President.

Optimus: *that big face is now clearly confused* I see. But why am I not supposed to be here, Will?

Will: Uh. I don't know. *looks at Mearing*

Mearing: Are you even aware of what a risk to National Security this is?!

Optimus: No, Miss Mearing. I was not aware of any risk to National Security that could be caused by my taking employment. *still confused, the big face is*

Keepsake: *leans back to look around Optimus, and then gives Mearing a long slooooowwww brow quirk*

Galvatron: *scratching his head with his hat held by the brim in the same hand, for all the world like some old human redneck*

Mearing: You're not even a legal U.S. citizen!

Miles: *boggling at the volume coming from the old lady*

Optimus: *startled look at Will, then turns back to Mearing* Was my citizenship revoked?

Mikaela: *peeks, and then snorts and resumes working*

Wheelie: *standing behind Mearing and aping her pose perfectly*

Mearing: .... Wait, WHAT?! *someone went over her head. NO. This will NOT do!*

Silverstreak: *awake at the yell*

Will: Optimus was one of the first Autobots to get his SSN card, Director. *baby dancing with a vengeance now*

Mearing: Who authorized it?!

Silverstreak: *fussing now*

Will: ...The President.

Optimus: Secretary Keller asked him, and helped me to fulfill the requirements.

Mearing: .... *shocked speechless*

Silverstreak: *fuss fuss, oh, there's his nom....* *gnaw gnaw gnaw*

Will: Most of the Cybertronians on Earth are already Citizens, sir. Either as emigrants who've been granted it, or by being born here.

Wheelie: *thoughtfully examining the butt of Mearing's expensive designer slacks*

Miles: *dying of snickerfit over by Keepsake now*

Mearing: .... *sounding just a bit lost* I see. *pauses* ...Born?

Will: ...Yeah. *brow quirk*

Keepsake: *frowns and puts her hands on her hips as she watches the human*

Wheelie: *still examining the butt*

Mearing: .... *bewildered* How does that even work?!

Optimus: *explains the process of spark bonding, and the resultant budding that often occurs in female sparks*

Keepsake: *sniggerfitdie*

Mikaela: *shaking her head with her hands over her face* Dork. Dork. What a dork.

Will: *letting Mearing plainly see the bitty in his arms for the first time*

Silverstreak: *little grumpy sounds around his nom-gnawing*

Mearing: ... *STARING NOW*

Roach: *piddles oil on Mearing's designer shoe*

Will: *forgets he's holding a sick sparklet when he spots what his cellphone's doing* ROACH!!!!

Optimus: Oh dear.

Silverstreak: *startles and drops his nom*

Keepsake: *bent double with silent cackle*

Mearing: *outraged shriek*

Miles: *cringe*

Silverstreak: *answering the shriek with a SCREECH*

Will: Oh slag me with shrapnel. *baby dance baby dance!*

Roach: *up Dad's pant leg and in his cargo pocket. NOT coming out*

Silverstreak: *throwing a fit! Dropped his nom, and his audios are bothering him 'cause the human lady's still making angry sounds!*

Mikaela: *as Miles scrambles for the dropped teething treat she walks over and grabs a double handful of the front of Mearing's suit* Shut up.

Magnus: *roars past, two truck lengths ahead of his opponent*

Mearing: *TICKED* Unhand me at once!

Mikaela: *shakes her* I said shut the @#$@#$@ up.

Optimus: *quiet apology as he picks one of the human women up in each hand*

Mearing: *FUMING*

Optimus: Director Mearing, I understand that for humans as well as for Autobots it is considered very rude to frighten a sick baby. I tender my apologies on behalf of Roach and Mikaela, but the one is a sparklet and the other was acting in defence of Silverstreak.

Silverstreak: *has his nom again, has settled down, somewhat*

Mearing: *still seeing red*

Optimus: *slightly stern, though still apologetic and gentle* Now I have to go and prepare for my second race. My brother has finished the day's filming for 'A Baby Story' and says that he will stop to give you a ride to our base, if you wish.

Mearing: ... Brother?

Optimus: Yes. I have four brothers. But the one in question is my late-sparked twin.

Mearing: ... Nobody told me this.

Optimus: *gently* Did you ask?

Mearing: *frowning muchly* When I requested information on all the Autobots present on Earth.

Optimus: His name is also Optimus.

Mearing: .... Then that wasn't a typo?

Optimus: *shakes his head*

Mikaela: *rolls her eyes, and then looks down at Miles and sticks out her tongue*

Miles: *playful razz, then turns his attention to gently rubbing Silverstreak's back through the bitty's blanket*

Mearing: .... *pinching the bridge of her nose and fighting off a migraine now* Alright. *is NOT pleased at the idea of a Transformer being filmed for some silly TV show, though she does kind of understand why it's important*

Optimus: Very well, then. *sets her down on the grass* Wheelie, will you bring her out to wait for Optimus 2?

Wheelie: Sure t'ing, boss. *grumbles a bit at the electronic leash he's wearing. It's not like he didn't offer to share the lugnuts....*

Mikaela: *turns the leash off* No eating other peoples' stuff. Period. *stern look*

Wheelie: You got it. *he'll be good, for now...*

Optimus: And Wheelie?

Wheelie: *looks up* Yeah, boss?

Optimus: *as he steps back to his trailer and folds into alt mode* Stay in the parking lot. Do not bring Director Mearing into the mud track.

Mikaela: *didn't snerk*

Wheelie: *darn. Foiled again* Gotcha... *will move to transform*

Mearing: .... *isn't sure whether to be amused or offended that a toy truck will be acting as her escort*

Wheelie: *and he's off! Zooming along and looping back and having as much fun as possible as he fulfills his assignment*

people: *giving the impeccably dressed woman funny looks as she walks toward the entrance between the stands*

Mearing: *ignoring the looks as she follows Wheelie*

Wheelie: *leads her out to the edge of the parking lot, and then climbs a fence post and looks wistfully over to where a navy and tan mech is standing waist deep in a mud hole*

Torque: *laughing at his own predicament! Got stuck while helping to condition the course*

Mearing: ..... *raised brow as she watches what looks like an oversized, metal cowboy play in the mud*

Wheelie: *conversational voice. Doesn't turn from watching Torque* So what's it like?

Mearing: ...What is what like?

Wheelie: *still watching the stuck mech* The inside'a a human butt.

Mearing: ... Excuse me? *stares at the mini mech*

Wheelie: Well ya gotcher head up there so far, I figured ya must do yer internal scans with yer optics.

Mearing: *jaw just DROPS* *she did NOT sign up for this!*

Hot Rod: *flashy, flame-patterned car out on the mud course* YEEEEEHAWWWWWW!!!!! *flies! Lands! Sinks* ...Oops.

Torque: *laughs himself silly* FAIL!

Wheelie: *just fell off the fence post and appears to be having glee convulsions*

Torque: *if he wasn't already stuck, he'd be doing similar*

Mearing: .... *just a bit weirded out now*

Hot Rod: *transformed and is flinging mud at Torque*

Torque: *laughing and slinging mud back*

deep rumbling engine: *pulls up somewhere behind her and starts idling*

Mearing: *looks over her shoulder*

flame-patterned rig: *sitting and gleaming in the sun. Looks just like the mech she just met inside, except for the waxed finish instead of the coating of racing dust*

Mearing: *turns to fully face the rig* Optimus 2, I presume?

Optimus 2: *seems to perk, and then drives closer to her* Yes. You're Miss Mearing?

Mearing: I am. *glad that SOMEONE got the memo*

Optimus 2: My brother has asked me to bring you back to base and answer any questions you might have. *opens the driver side door* No, Diehard. Please stay in your car seat.

Diehard: *happy babbling and wiggling in his car seat. Got to meet lots of nice peoples today, and one of them even gave him a giraffe toy!*

Optimus 2: *will bring Mearing home and answer all her questions, especially the irate ones about where the Autobots procured funding for their lovely concrete base. After this, and after some extra strength Ibuprofen and a cup of coffee to which Ratchet added a human sedative, the nearly snoring woman is carefully shuttled to the airport in Trailbreaker's alt mode, and waved gently back off to Washington where in the morning she reads all the data she refused to look at before she came to Tranquility and realizes it no one's fault but her own that she wasted her time*

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