MTMTE. The /Lost Light/. Helping and Healing Part 3

[dens_extra_pups]

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Nightwish: *without looking up from her paperwork, she calls through the portal that she just saw open in the corner by her desk* I'm not. Though I'm surprised the spook's bringing a friend this time.

Steve: *looks slightly embarrassed and steps through, then meeps softly with surprise as he comes to within inches of a massive, metallic, white face with curious blue eyes*

Legacy: *laughing as she follows Steve through* Hi, Torky.

Torque: *curious clicks as she studies the tiny peeps*

Chico: *slides forward on his belly, his eyes bright with interest*

Steve: *first impulse of wondering if this is Shockwave's lady- forgotten!* ...Velociraptor.

Legacy: Mini-Marauder. Is still babby. *nodnod, will close the portal behind her now, and then float up to visit Nightwish* Ratchet awake?

Nightwish: First Aid is. But Kriti had colic last night from the treats that she and Tailgate overindulged in.

Legacy: Poor babbies... *to Steve* First Aid is good, too.

Steve: Alright. *looks at the dinosaur as it cheeps at him, eyes widening as he realizes for himself that it totally is a little baby*

Chico: *headtilty, shakes head a bit to make his collar jingle*

Steve: *soothingly* Good boy. Down, okay?

Chico: *will sit pretty, then*

Torque: *clicks quietly*

Steve: *looks up at her and nods* Ma'am.

Nightwish: *snorts and looks away from her work for the first time to peer down at him* Where'd you find this guy, Legacy?

Legacy: Was trapped in ice for awhile. Is very good peeps.

Nightwish: *brow quirk over one molten golden eye* Captain America?

Steve: *surprised to hear himself known*

Legacy: Yup. Captain Steve Rogers. *grin* *moves to sit on Torque's shoulder as the woman carefully sits back on her legs* *to Steve* Nightwish is second in command of ship.

Nightwish: No I'm not. *quick transform*

Ultra Magnus: I am.

Steve: ...?

Legacy: 'Wish is Ultra Magnus. Has alias like Avengers. *nodnod* Minimus still single?

Ultra Magnus: He'll find her soon, I'm told. *frown* You'd better get that woman to the infirmary.

Legacy: Borrowing Torque and Chico.

Torque: *will hold her cupped hands out at that*

Steve: *gives Torque a confused look* Ma'am?

Legacy: Givin' a lift! See the sights. Is faster than walking, and no urky Mira later.

Torque: *slowly and quietly* I-I am d-delivery b-bot. Safe d-delivery.

Ultra Magnus: That's the ship's best courier. She'll deliver you safely.

Steve: *as he turns and parks his butt on the side of the nearer hand, then tries to push himself up without letting go of Mira, he wonders at the novelty of a courier delivering people*

Legacy: *as she helps get Mira situated* Couriers get good work after bars close. Lots'a peeps to deliver.

Torque: *will slowly and carefully lift her hands*

Steve: *lifts brows, but makes no comment, instead nodding to Ultra Magnus since he can't salute what is clearly a military figure*

Ultra Magnus: *after nodding back to Steve* I'll see you soon, Torque. *back to work*

Torque: *will start walking*

Chico: *bounces around Friend's feets, will move to lead the way, collar jingling all the while*

Legacy: *ear against Torque's armor* Aww, happy hugmonster singing.

Steve: *looks up to see what Legacy means*

Legacy: *shares an image of the critter in question*

Steve: o.0 -She has a dinosaur inside her?- *and then glances toward a small, neatly compact orange and black mech who just danced up to Torque and started chattering volubly*

Legacy: -Lets peeps know if she's not feeling good, and sings pretty songs.- *looks* *snickerfit* 'Clipsie is still tiny.

Eclipse: *blinks and looks up* I am not! I'm just compact because my parents are both compact models and it doesn't matter really because I can still do my job just as well as anyone else and I've got a fiancée who loves me even if she can pick me up and dolly cuddle me.

Steve: Clipsy?

Eclipse: Huh? *blink blink*

Steve: Sorry. I just wasn't sure I'd heard your name right.

Eclipse: My name's Eclipse, but 'Clipsie' is my nickname. *nodnod* I think I would rather be called by my given name though, *and there he goes on another tangent*

Steve: *sheer astonishment at this torrent of chatter*

Legacy: *cuts through the chatter* Need to get to 'Aid.

Torque: *very careful, gentle nudge for Eclipse. Woman on a job*

Eclipse: *surprised squeak, and then his attention's going down the hall and he's hurrying ahead as someone calls his name* I'm coming, WakeJumper! *chatter chatter chatter*

Steve: Nothing was singing inside him.

Legacy: Hugmonster moved to his girl when saw how bitty Eclipse wound up. *nodnod* Has glimmersprites inside though. Pretty, sparkley lights!

Steve: Lights?

Legacy: Teeeny tiny dinos.

Steve: How tiny?

Legacy: *shows with her hands. The critter is clearly very, very small, if it would fit in her cupped hands*

Steve: Wow. *glances in the direction they're going*

Torque: *bringing the group to the infirmary, and then over to a red and white mech* 'Aid.

Chico: *gonna see if he can beg treats!*

First Aid: *stoops automatically to pet the pup and give him a little piece of sausage, but then quickly rises to his feet and reaches for Steve and Mira as he hears the running of the tiny woman's body* Oh dear. Let me see her please.

Steve: *quick glance at Legacy to make sure this really is the First Aid who is good even as he hands Mira over*

Legacy: Bad medicine, 'Aid. Urked on Tony. Said stupid stuff.

First Aid: *softly* Urking is a bad thing. *over to the table next to that which a tall purple warrior is guarding and gently lays Mira down, completing the scan that he started the moment he heard her distress*

Legacy: *tells First Aid exactly what Mira was given as painkiller, breaking it down to the chemical composition*

Cyclonus: *spares a very brief glance toward the group before returning his attention to his family*

Torque: *as Chico works on eating the sausage he was given, she's trying to think of where to set Steve and Legacy now that First Aid has the sick person*

First Aid: *notices the courier's restlessness* Why don't you let them down here on the table, Torque?

Torque: *small nod, will gently do so*

Steve: *jumps down carefully, then turns and looks up at her* Thank you, ma'am.

Torque: *small, shy smile*

Legacy: *gonna lean against Steve and watch First Aid work on Mira*

First Aid: Goodness. You can process organic fuel. *quickly whips a book out of subspace and flips through it, then scans pages*

Steve: *gives Legacy a quizzical and worried look*

Legacy: Adaptations to survive. *nodnod*

First Aid: *nods absently as he records the data from the book into his processor* Just like the ones that our Quadriate friends have. *book away, and he's bustling around*

Steve: *glances toward that tall purple bot, and then notices the huge, burly, green and yellow one that's sitting on the table there and cuddling something much smaller inside a knitted bag of yellow and pink*

Legacy: Tailgate has a tummy ache. *nodnod*

Steve: *looks up at the purple guy again as he becomes aware of that watchful scowl* I'm sorry. I hope he feels better soon. *hopes he's right on his guess. But he's pretty sure no girl would want to be a Tailgate*

Cyclonus: *small nod*

Deluge: *quietly* Just needs rest and to finish processing all those goodies. *and probably a lot of snuggles, but she won't say anything about that out loud*

Mira: *very quiet sound of discomfort*

Steve: *attention back to Mira, and he startles as he sees a tiny green robot lady laying where she'd been*

First Aid: Shhh. I know. But we'll soon have your systems flushed.

Legacy: Will need painkiller, too, for her broken arm.

First Aid: Oh yes. I've already done that. *continues to bustle, swiftly working to heal his patient*

Tailgate: *wriggles slightly*

Deluge: *checks on the mech, clicking softly*

Tailgate: *wriggles again and whimpers*

Cyclonus: *will gently rub Tailgate's back and hum quietly*

Deluge: *soothing sounds*

Tailgate: *BRAAAAAAAAP! Squeak of shock*

First Aid: *still busy* Oh. He should feel better now.

Deluge: *snickerfit* That was awesome, Tailgate.

Cyclonus: *soft snort*

Tailgate: *so embarrassed! Is hiding his face in his sleep sack and trembling slightly* Wanna go home.

Deluge: *to First Aid* Can we go?

First Aid: *glances over for a quick scan*

Tsubasa: *woke up when Tailgate burped, is now peeking down from between Daddy's horns*

Steve: *sees itty bitty white bot way up there. Eyes widen with concern*

First Aid: *smiles* You can go. Have a good nap, Tailgate.

Legacy: *small smile as Cyclonus and Deluge bring Tsubasa and Tailgate out of the infirmary*

Torque: *decided that she'd rather have a nap than go back. Is curled up under one of the empty tables nearby*

First Aid: *as he continues his work* Why don't you go see Shockwave, Torque?

Torque: *sits up, bonks head* *will crawl out from under the table*

First Aid: *smiles at her behind his mask* He's sitting up in his chair today. And he's got one of those books Jazz has been passing out.

Torque: *will go see the purple mech that reads to her and talks nicely*

Steve: *watches her go down the hall opposite the door* *then looks at Legacy* Shockwave's in the hospital?

Legacy: Got a new start, bein' observed to make sure he's not sick... and to let him catch up with things.

First Aid: Having such a major reboot can take a lot out of you.

Steve: *sighs* Tell me about it. *then looks toward the door again*

Jazz: *comes bopping and laughing in with Showtime and the latter lady's little dinobuddy*

Legacy: *perks*

Showtime: *giggling muchly and cuddling her Mini-Marauder*

Mira: *more sounds of discomfort*

First Aid: Shhhh. Mira. You're going to be alright soon. I know this doesn't feel good, but all the toxin will be out of your systems in just a few more clicks.

Jazz: *sobers as she hears the soft voice, and looks over there*

Showtime: *attention going to First Aid, concern making her doorwings droop*

Steve: *looking at those two tall, graceful, beings with wonder*

Legacy: *quietly* -Black and white lady is Jazz. Blue lady is Showtime. Showtime got reboot, remembers part of who she was before... Is counselor in training now.-

Steve: *remembers something now* -I thought the Cybertronians didn't have women. That's what the reports state them saying.-

Legacy: -Reports're wrong. They just didn't know for a really long time.... Forgot.-

Showtime: *moving to approach, intending to offer comforting touches and words to the poor, ailing femme on the table*

Jazz: *slips closer too* 'Aid?

First Aid: Her name's Mira, and she looks like the same sort of person as Kriti and Kia are.

Steve: *interested glance upward*

Jazz: *slight perk, but then a frown of concern* What happened?

First Aid: I can't really tell you. But she's going to be alright.

Mira: *gagging sound* *has nothing in her fuel tank, so she's just dry heaving at this point*

First Aid: *slight frown, and checks the sensors in Mira's throat* You shouldn't feel sick anymore...

Legacy: *softly* Urky 'cause disoriented and scared.

Showtime: Oh, the poor thing... *gentle, soothing clicks, will back up a bit to give the green woman a bit more room*

First Aid: *reaches over and takes the brown and yellow pup, then sets him on the table by Mira* *softly and kindly* Lay down.

Mini-Marauder: *headtilty, will lay down the way his Friend has been showing him*

Showtime: *doorwings perked* Oh, good job, Walter!

Steve: *watching with concern again*

Mira: *the minute shivers that have started to wrack her frame begin to subside as she registers the warmth of the creature next to her*

Walter: *will lay his head on the little person, chirring quietly*

First Aid: *softly* Good boy, Walter. *starts scanning Mira closely now, to see what he can tell about her. And everyone will see him startle as he looks at her CNA*

Legacy: *headtilty*

Showtime: *concerned* First Aid?

First Aid: *wonderingly* She's not just the same kind of person as Kriti. She shares coding.

Legacy: *grin* Is family. *nodnod* Sisters, sorta.

First Aid: *looks up at Showtime without shutting his scanners off and startles again*

Showtime: *doorwings up with her startlement*

Jazz: *leaning on the foot of the table with her elbows* *calmly* Yeah, Show'n Kriti're related.

Showtime: *surprised look for her friend* We are?

Jazz: *nods* Most realities, Kriti's made when ol' Buckethead shoots you'n a lady named Sharpshot, 'n parts a yer sparks fuse.

Showtime: ...

Legacy: *somber nod*

Showtime: *quietly* Sharpshot was my brother.

Jazz: *slight grin* Is.

First Aid: *looks up*

Showtime: ... Is? *uncertainty in her doorwing language*

Legacy: *grinning again*

Mira: *lulled into a nap by the warmth of the creature using her as a pillow*

Jazz: Seen him 'n Kup both in the Black Dog. *gentle look for the blue and grey woman*

Showtime: ... *so much surprise on her face and in her doorwings*

Legacy: *quiet giggle*

Jazz: 'N in some realities Sunstreaker's a guy.

Steve: ... *looks at Legacy*

Legacy: *more giggling, hands over mouth*

Showtime: ... *confused about how that's relevant*

Jazz: 'N in some'a them realities, he's married ta a lady named Showtime.

Showtime: 0_0 *jaw drops*

Jazz: 'N in the one I know'a, they lost a little gal named Mira before she was born.

Steve: *wince of sympathy*

Legacy: *hugs Steve*

Showtime: ... *just connected the dots. Needs to reboot*

Jazz: *darts over to catch her*

First Aid: *scanning as he hurries over to lift Showtime onto the other table*

Legacy: *quietly* Mira is Showtime's sister here.

Showtime: *rebooting slowly*

First Aid: *softly* Easy, poor Showtime. Shhh, Walter, she's alright.

Walter: *worried chirr*

Jazz: *very gently pokes her best friend in the side*

Showtime: *jerks the rest of the way back online with a gasp*

First Aid: *gentle reproof* Jazz, I've asked you not to do that.

Jazz: *big grin* Do whaaaaat?

Showtime: *wincing and putting a hand to her head as her processor tries to catch up*

First Aid: *sighs and turns his attention back to his patient* *softly* Showtime?

Showtime: *talk to the hand. Is going to give herself a shake in a moment*

First Aid: *gently* Your husband just sent me a frantic message because you're not talking to him.

Showtime: *gives herself a shake and talks to her husband over their bond, reassuring him that she's alright*

First Aid: *shakes head at Jazz again, and then goes back to check Mira* You're all clean now, Mira.

Mira: *frowning slightly* ... Who the *bleep* are you?

First Aid: *soft chuckle as he glances toward Legacy* Could you explain things, Miss? *back to Mira* Oh, and don't worry about the dinosaur. He's just a puppy, and he's taking care of you.

Legacy: *quiet giggle as she scoots closer to Mira after letting go of Steve*

Mira: Dinosaur? *blinks as she sees Walter*

First Aid: *as he puts a hand over to gently bring Legacy where Mira can see her* Yes. They're a local pet on this world.

Legacy: *pokes Mira right between the optics and shares what's going on with the woman*

Mira: *startled blurt of Italian*

First Aid: ...What are you doing?

Legacy: 'Splainin'.

First Aid: Oh. Alright. *glances over at Showtime again, absently clicking to Walter as he does*

Showtime: *head bowed as she talks to her husband and explains what she learned about both Kriti, and the green woman being treated here*

First Aid: *sees that she's alright, and then glances at Steve*

Steve: *eyebrows. He's got nothin'*

Mira: *more Italian, and no, the mun is not translating*

Legacy: *gigglefit, scoots back to snuggle Steve*

First Aid: *looks down at Mira in shock* Please don't use that language in the infirmary. Ratchet would have gears.

Steve: *arm around Legacy* *softly* Now what?

Legacy: *softly* Wanna meet the captain?

Steve: *starts to ask a question, but then looks toward the door as it opens* *brows lift*

Orion Pax: *slips inside followed by two taller bots, then settles down in the waiting area, his left hand gripping the dripping stump of his right*

Legacy: *meep*

First Aid: *calls Ambulon, since he knows the man's sons are occupied and that Ambulon has already had over eight hours of undisturbed shutdown*

Ambulon: *pings with an 'en route' reply*

Steve: *thinks to himself that the big red and blue bot looks more embarrassed and apprehensive than hurt* *and then he's looking up sharply as the tall white bot who just came in scoots over to the table and puts his chin down on it*

Orion: Fireflight. Be careful.

Fireflight: *soft squeal* I can see you!

Legacy: *squee, will scoot closer*

Fireflight: Tripping the light fantastic!

Legacy: Meandering to the beat of a different drummer! *grin*

Fireflight: *soft yellow eyes bright* What box??

Legacy: Forty-two. *eyes sparkling now*

Fireflight: *another soft squee, and then lets go of the edge of the table to offer Legacy a hand for a high five* Sister from another mister!

Legacy: BFFs! *high five!*

Fireflight: *giggles, and then peeks at Mira with a studious look*

Mira: *moving to sit up... or would be if Walter would let her*

First Aid: *softly* Come here, Walter.

Walter: *puzzled chirr, will move to see the red and white peep*

First Aid: *picks him up gently and walks around the end of Mira's table to bring him to Showtime*

Showtime: *will reach for the pup as she moves to sit up fully* *quietly* Thank you, First Aid.

Mira: *will sit up now and frown as she catches sight of her hands*

Steve: *from where he's hugging Legacy and looking over her head* It's pretty.

Fireflight: *seriousness!* Welcome home, baby girl.

Mira: *stinkeye* I'm not a baby.

Fireflight: Everyone but God and His crew are babies to Primus.

Steve: *eyebrows. Again*

Legacy: *serious nod*

Mira: ... Who?

Fireflight: The big daddy Transformer.

Jazz: *soft snerk*

Orion: *gives her a tired look of sternness*

Mira: ... *brows up, and then she's startling as she feels something on her back move*

First Aid: *soothingly* Shhh. What's wrong?

Fireflight: *just grins brightly, his eyes sparkling at the tiny green woman*

Mira: *looking over her shoulder and boggling at the "wings" she sees* What the?! *"wings" are a glowing outline similarly colored to Mira herself, about as long as the woman's forearm, tapering from a width of about two hands to slightly narrower than her wrist. Their movement seems to be pivoting around a central point, moving up and down together or independently*

First Aid: *looks at her back, then meets her eyes quizzically* Are your sensor wings hurting?

Mira: No... *bewildered as the wings move, tips flicking slightly* It feels weird though...

Legacy: Never transformed before. *nodnod*

First Aid: *eyes brighten with surprise* Your wings have never been free before?

Mira: *slight sideways glance* *quietly* I didn't know I could transform... I just thought I was built to look like a human, but I could feel things other people couldn't.

First Aid: *gentle nod* That's feedback from your wings. They're there to record data from the world around... you? Oh poor Kriti. *looks toward the inner hall as squealing echoes faintly from it*

Steve: *looks that way with a frown of concern*

Chico: *sympathy cry from Shockwave's room*

Legacy: Babby's gotta tummy ache... Can't get the bubbles out on her own.

Mira: Bubbles? *brow up*

First Aid: Yes. She's going to burp, like Tailgate did. She just needs a little help working it out. *hears Ratchet talking softly, and then smiles slightly as he hears Kriti burp and then giggle faintly about it*

Ratchet: *wanders out a few minutes later, looking bleary and grumpy but holding a tiny form close*

Kriti: *itty bitty chatterbox now that she's feeling better*

hugmonster baby: *complaining cheerfully now that his person is feeling better and has him in a headlock again*

Mira: *wings up!*

First Aid: *watches Ambulon come in and lead Orion and Megatron over to the far table, and then turns back to Ratchet* *softly* This is Mira. And I see by your expression that you know who she is.

Ratchet: *nods* I've met Hormah's daughter.

Steve: *brows up as he hears someone named for the term for total annihilation in the name of sacrifice*

Legacy: Hormah is Destron. *nodnod* Talks to Primus and the Greatest Creator.

Ratchet: *looks toward the explanation and lifts his brow plates as he continues to absently babydance* ...And who are you?

Steve: Captain Steve Rogers, sir. My associate and myself came to bring Miss Laguardia for medical attention.

Legacy: *brat grin* I'mma spook! *remembers what Nightwish called her earlier!*

Mira: *facepalm*

Kriti: *squeakerfit*

Lyra: *scoldies*

Ratchet: *absently* Shhh, Lyra, or I'll put you down. *to Kriti* Do you sense your sister?

Kriti: *squeak squeak squeak, wants to reach for the peeps she can feel*

hugmonster: *beeps at Lyra. Can see you up there!*

Lyra: *beeps back, scolding the babby for complaining when nothing's wrong*

Ratchet: *again* Shhh, Lyra, or I'll put you down. Alright, Kriti. *turns his little one and her best friend and then takes them in his hands and lowers them to where they're within reach of the green girl on the table* *glances over to the middle table as he realizes that Showtime's there with Jazz standing attendance*

Mira: *hesitantly reaching for the little blue baby and the beeping lizard*

Showtime: *absent expression, is talking muchly with her mate*

Walter: *gonna love on the pretty black and white lady now!*

Ratchet: *snorts at Jazz and then looks back down to his daughter and croons to her softly*

Steve: *watching and remembering footage that he's seen of this Cybertronian. Remembers that in one recording the man had been trying to steer three teenage humans safely through a horrendous firefight*

Kriti: *squeaky talkings as she puts her audio against green Sissy's chest*

hugmonster: *gonna sing now*

Lyra: *perches on her nice man's head and sings, too*

Moofy: *singin' in the pocket!*

First Aid: *softly* Mira? How do you feel?

Mira: *quietly* She's related to me...

Legacy: *nodnod* Is little big sister.

First Aid: *very gently* The blue and grey lady on the other table is related to you too, Mira.

Mira: *blinks and looks over, wings giving away her surprise as she sees the blue and grey lady* ... She is?

Kriti: *squeak! Will taste-test Sissy's armor*

Mira: *startled blurt of Italian*

Showtime: *looks up from talking with her mate* Oooh, she must be hungry...

Ratchet: No. She's still got a tank full of red gum. She's just exploring.

Showtime: Oh... *moving to get off the table now*

Kriti: *muffled squeakerfit*

Fireflight: *had vanished without anyone noticing. Is back now and gently pushing past the medics*

First Aid: *looks up at the young Aerialbot quizzically*

Ratchet: *grumbles softly* Fireflight, don't push. Mira's got enough to take in without your shenanigans.

Fireflight: *glances at the senior medic, but then turns his attention back to Mira as he slowly and gently moves his hands near her. Those hands are together, cupping and sheltering something*

Mira: *confused look for the Aerialbot*

Fireflight: *softly* Need a friend. Found a tiny one. Won't get big. *lifts his upper hand and tips the lower so that she can see inside*

Mira: *so confused, but will look*

creature: *is tiny. A pale little pink dinosaur with soft blue spots along her back is huddling there and peering around with frightened golden eyes*

Ratchet: *quietly* That's a glimmersprite. Fireflight, I don't think she's up to dinosaurs living in her works yet.

Fireflight: Will help her.

Mira: ...It's scared. *starting to get a bit overwhelmed, which is reflected in how her wings are twitching*

Fireflight: *softly, his voice holding a tone both reassuring and engaging* She will be your friend.

Ratchet: *stares at the kid*

First Aid: *watching quietly, he's seen Fireflight like this before*

Kriti: *will lean and kissie Fireflight's hand*

Mira: Sure... Whatever.

Legacy: *looking over at Mira now, frowning slightly*

Steve: *is also frowning*

Fireflight: *looks at Legacy* Explain?

Legacy: Will later. Needsa nap first.

Fireflight: *sets the little animal down and stands up, then looks at Ratchet* She's overwhelmed. We need to give her space.

Ratchet: *blinks, then shakes his head and reaches for Kriti* *gently* Here, let me take that.

Mira: *relinquishes the babby*

Kriti: *confused squeakerfit*

Ratchet: Shhhh, sweetheart. Let's go see if Mama's napping. *holds his little one and her best friend close*

Steve: *watches this, still frowning*

Kriti: *looking around for Mama now*

hugmonster: *beeps*

Legacy: *will move to gently patpat Mira's hand before returning to hug Steve*

Steve: *holds Legacy close as he watches Ratchet leave down the inner hallway, then looks up as large hands lift them gently*

Fireflight: I'll carry these two, 'Aid. You carry Mira.

First Aid: *visor bright with his smile as he offers his hands to the little green lady*

glimmersprite: *frightened sound and darts toward the nearest friendly shelter. Hides behind Mira's leg!*

Mira: *hesitantly reaching for the glimmersprite*

glimmersprite: *is as skittish as all her race, but she's already learned that hands are a friendly and reassuring thing. And she knows these tiny things are hands, because Kia's handled her regularly. Will go to the hands*

Mira: *will hold the glimmersprite carefully, moving to climb onto First Aid's hands* *once she's comfortably seated in the medic bot's hands she'll look at the little creature hiding in her own hands* *surprised at the fact that it's extremely tiny*

glimmersprite: *holding her is like holding a little bird like a robin, only without a bird's insulating feathers to mask her warmth. This small creature is naked except for a fine coating of silken fuzz. She is slender and delicately made, obviously not built for running. Her tiny hands and feet are both clinging to Mira's fingers, and her tail is shorter than one would expect a dinosaur tail to be* *she is silent, and still now except for the movement of her sides as she breathes rapidly*

First Aid: *soft clicks to Mira as he makes sure he's got her safely, and then he's turning toward the inner hall* *quietly* We have a bed for people your size, with blankets and a pillow.

Mira: *small nod, is still studying the glimmersprite*

First Aid: *softly* Those are a newly discovered race of velociraptor. They used to be found only inside a creature called the Living Mountain, but when it died we found the sprites.

Mira: ... Living Mountain?

Fireflight: *projects the image he got of himself standing on the corpse*

First Aid: *doesn't see this* It was a giant robotic lifeform that used to be a legend on this planet.

Mira: *jaw. DROPS*

Legacy: Roddy and 'Wishie deaded it. *nodnod*

Fireflight: And I eated some. *big grin*

Steve: 0_0 *not sure he wants to know*

Legacy: Is a tourist trap now. *nodnod*

Fireflight: Tourist traps here equal fun fun fun!

First Aid: *has noticed the hologram* Oh, Orion brought you to see it, Fireflight?

Legacy: Roddy played bic lighter with it, then got fixed so no more burninating himself.

Steve: *looks at her as First Aid and Fireflight step into the room they'd been headed toward* *softly* What does that mean?

Mira: What the *beep* does that even mean, Leggy?

Legacy: You'll see. Roddy's on the roof. *demure smile*

Mira: *as she and the glimmersprite are set down on a human sized bed that's sitting on the counter in the room* ... You are so strange.

Legacy: *not even fazed*

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