mbv, NEST HQ, Shocking Discoveries part 2
Continued from here.
Autumn: *headshake* I'm usually with the kids...
Bert: *lowers his voice and tells her*
Autumn: *boggling, flinches when Lisa comes running past, shouting for Patrick and Colonel Franklin*
Bert: *halfway to his feet at the alarm in the little blond's voice and manner*
Colonel Franklin: *also starting up with alarm*
Patrick: *on his feet* Bluestreak! What's wrong?
Lisa: *Nearly trips as she turns quickly, rambling and flailing about there being a body in the shed*
Bert: What? *hurrying over there*
Raoul: *frozen, apple and whole grain cookie halfway to his mouth*
Simon: *confused frown*
Sean: *looks like he's going to faint*
Sarah: *Hiding against Destiny now, kthx*
Lisa: I went out to the shed to put away some of the tools I borrowed to work on one of the NEST vehicles and there was this Decepticon just laying there and I thought I had startled him, but he was already dead and I don't know how he got there!!! *flails more*
Autumn: *hurrying over to the kids, will bring them to their parents and guardians now*
Sean: *there he goes*
Simon: *catches him*
Raoul: *food flies as he twists to catch Sean as well*
Sarah: *whimpering, wants Mama now!*
Colonel Franklin: *talking on his phone, barking orders*
Lt. Wesson: *looking a little sick from where he's standing by the door*
Autumn: *Pinging Sky, Rachel, and Tracks with a message that she'll be bringing their children to them shortly* Naomi, are your parents awake?
Patrick: *getting in touch with Alex, Mia, Emi, and Rodney. The first three are being delegated to investigation duties, and Rodney's being told to come and help calm Lisa down*
Sora: *gently urging Destiny to go with Sarah and the other kids*
Naomi: *looks up from trying to wake Sean up, her ears perked* Ja, of course. But you don't need to vorry about me, Tante Autumn.
Autumn: *frown* Are you sure? *creche guardian is determined to keep her charges safe until they're with their parents*
Naomi: *nods* Ja, I'm sure. I'll help you vith the others.
Sean: *dizzy and ill, but holding onto Simon's shirt as the larger boy picks him up*
Simon: *going where Autumn is telling him to go*
Sora: *Will not be budged, says something in Cybertronian that makes Autumn pause for a moment, before the creche guardian is guiding the other youngsters out of the cafeteria*
Naomi: *looking over her shoulder, ears back in a frown* Vhy did ve leave Sora behind?
Simon: Her Sora not coming? *worried*
Destiny: She wants to help....
Naomi: But she's only a kinder....
Destiny: *headshake* She is older than me.
Naomi: Vell so am I. But I'm still a kinder.
Sarah: *hiding against Simon and Raoul*
Raoul: *arm around Sarah's shoulders as he walks along in tense silence*
Destiny: Sharpshot is an adult... Has been for... *trying to find the right word* vorns... *frowns, not sure if that's the right word or not*
Naomi: Ah. I vas confused by her alvays being vith us.
Destiny: *reaches to gently patpat Naomi's arm*
Naomi: *twitches her ears, then moves to take the taller girl's hand. Her own small, clawed hand is very warm, and as hard as rock*
Raoul: *watching Greg like a hawk. He's not supposed to be that quiet*
Greg: *wants to slip back to Patrick and say he'll fight!*
Rachel: *opens the door, Lyra on her shoulder* Come on in, guys. Dad's in here. But I have to go talk to Uncle Patrick, okay?
Greg: Me Greg need talk to him Uncle Patrick too! Me help!
Rachel: *gives him a Look*
Greg: *THERE'S the fussing and griping!*
Lyra: *Deedles at Greg*
Sarah: *clicks quietly, will go and hide under a blanket now*
Destiny: Sharpshot is talking to Uncle Patrick and Uncle Mike as well...
Rachel: *frowns and looks over her shoulder* Jack, will you come get the kids? *is bringing Lyra along*
Greg: ME GREG AM KING! ME FIGHT!
Jack: Greg, heel. *comes to the door*
Greg: *yells his frustration to the world*
Simon: *frowns at him and then slips inside to go sit by Sarah*
Destiny: *frown* It's not time for fighting though... *scoots into the room*
Rachel: *pats Jack on the chest* Put 'Land Before Time' in. That will keep the Dinobots happy.
Jack: *nods, sneaks a gentle kiss to Rachel's cheek*
Rachel: *smiles at him and puts her hand from his chest to his cheek for a moment, then steps out and closes the door before heading for the cafeteria*
Lyra: *Quiet deedle, will hide behind Rachel's hair now*
Rachel: *clicks to her softly* Don't worry, sweetheart. It's going to be alright.
Lyra: *snuggles, another deedle when she hears Rodney talking quietly to Lisa out in the hallway*
Rachel: *pauses to offer the younger femme a hug*
Lisa: *shaking a bit, still rambling quietly, even as Rodney clicks to her and gently rubs her back*
Rachel: *offers Rodney a mild sedative tab* Lisa? Can you hear me?
Lisa: *nods, hiding her face against Rodney*
Rodney: *quietly, over comms and in code* //Uhura found a stowaway in one of the airlocks...//
Rachel: //The Chief told me.// Lisa, I want you to go to your room and try to rest. Rodney will go with you. Alright?
Lisa: *nods, clinging to Rodney as he leads her down the hall after accepting the sedative tab*
Rachel: *watches them go, and then slips into the cafeteria and limps over to the table where Colonel Franklin is sitting and talking on his phone*
Sora: *Serious femme is serious, is watching Patrick as he talks to Emi, Mia, and Alex*
Rachel: *quietly* Sora, what are you doing?
Sora: *just as quietly* I'm helping. If the Decepticons are close, we may be in danger.
Rachel: I'm not sure you're ready for something like that, Sora.
Sora: *Frown*
Lyra: *Quiet deedles for Sora*
Rachel: *takes her dark-haired daughter's hand gently* I'm not doubting your ability. But you're still healing.
Sora: *more frown, very slight headtilt. Then she's sighing quietly and nodding*
Rachel: *offers her a hug as well* Will you go help Jack make sure Greg doesn't try sneaking off?
Sora: *nods, hugging Rachel gently* *Mumbles something about being sassed by Destiny before she heads out of the cafeteria*
Rachel: *hand up to gently hold Lyra's little foot as she watches Sora go, and then she's turning back to the two leaders, thinking that Colonel Franklin looks like he's going to choke*
Colonel Franklin: *still speaking calmly. But Major McHale's catching it.*
Patrick: *eyebrow twitching slightly as he dismisses Alex and Mia*
Rachel: Chief?
Patrick: *calmly, though his eyebrow is STILL twitching* Ironhide and Chromia are going to see if they can identify the body... or at the very least, figure out what killed it.
Rachel: *brow arches* Isn't that last my job?
Emi: *has Soli cradled gently in her arms*
Soli: >:\
Patrick: Ironhide and Chromia know more about different weapons and their effects... the body is in the shed. *in other words, he's also asked them to bring the body to where Rachel can examine it herself*
Rachel: *nods and rubs Lyra's foot* So where are they putting it?
Patrick: Med ward.
Colonel Franklin: I've sent Captain House to help with the transport and the investigation.
Patrick: *nod*
Colonel Franklin: *quiet, apologetic anger* My men should have seen something.
Patrick: *about to speak when Lyra's deedling catches his attention*
Rachel: *tilts her head to look at the little drone from the corner of her eye* What is it, sweetheart?
Lyra: *another deedle. Seems she's trying to lighten the tension a bit*
Rachel: *understands and chuckles slightly, patting the tiny foot* *then she turns back to Patrick* If that's all, Chief, I'll be in the med ward.
Patrick: *nods, expression softening a bit as his attention goes to Soli and Emi*
Soli: *epic scowl*
Emi: *gently transfers Soli back to Patrick, clicking soothingly*
Soli: *ignore a daddy* *ignore ignore*
Colonel Franklin: *watches Rachel go, then looks at Patrick* Are those little robots Rachel's pets, or her children?
Patrick: *cradling Soli* *soft chuckle* They're drones that Jack made as a courting gift... but she loves them like they're her children...
Colonel Franklin: *nods as he hits the speed dial on his phone again* I've met dogs like that.
A short time later, in the med ward...
Rachel: *takes one look at the body, scans it and then shakes her head* *quietly* I know exactly how he died. And I know who did it.
Dr. House: *looks at her sideways*
Mia: *Scowling at the body, as is Alex. They both recognize the weapon damage, it seems*
Rachel: Processor and lasercore both shattered by concentrated sonic blast. *grim and quiet* Soundwave.
Alex: *Low gruff-sounding growl* The slagger's gotta be close by.
Rachel: *draws in a shaky breath* He's been here all along. *going to go report to Patrick now, her limp more pronounced than usual*
Mia: *nods to Alex, moves to offer Rachel her arm*
Rachel: *thanks Mia and takes it, her expression set as she continues as quickly as she can*
Mia: *keeping all sensors on alert as she escorts Rachel back to where Patrick is*
Lt. Wesson: *turns as they come in, his upset expression lightening to concern* Do you need a hand, Dr. Ruteger?
Rachel: I'm alright, John. Thanks.
Lt. Wesson: *nods and steps back into his place, though he frowns as he watches Rachel move through the room to where Patrick is sitting*
Patrick: *looks up from trying to convince Soli that the energon and calcien mush is for eating and not wearing*
Soli: *spits it out anyway* >:\
Rachel: I know the how and I know the who, Chief.
Patrick: ... *serious in an instant* *small nod, inviting Rachel to explain*
Rachel: Concentrated sonic blast to the spark compartment and processor. *Patrick will recognize that attack, she knows*
Patrick: *goes pale as he draws in a sharp breath of air*
Colonel Franklin: *looks from Rachel to Patrick* What is it?
Emi: *eyes smouldering with barely concealed anger and loathing* Soundwave. *all but spits the name out like a curse word*
Colonel Franklin: *pales himself* The bot whose symbiont Stark Industries killed.
Mia: *grumbles, slipping into Cybertronian reflexively* [Th' slagger 'e offed w's a 'Con....]
Rachel: Yeah, Decepticons do that. *frowning*
Patrick: *also frowning now* Usually, it's for a reason....
Rachel: *has a match* Ever remember hearing about a grunt named Windbreaker?
Patrick: *Soft groan*
Emi: *frown* Is that the guy that got offed?
Rachel: He seems to match the record. Though I hear Windbreaker had at least one brother.
Emi: ... *expression darkens even more*
Rachel: Low grade cannon fodder. There are a lot of drones smarter than that model of 'Cons.
Emi: If we get attacked by Windbreaker's brother... *says something very much unprintable about what she intends to do to Soundwave if she ever finds him*
Mia: Ain't lahkleh, Emi... 'T th' most, they's build brothas.
Rachel: Rivals for energy and attention.
Mia: *nod*
Colonel Franklin: So it's only Soundwave that we have to worry about.
Patrick: It would appear so.
Rachel: *calls for Skylar*
Skylar: *hurrying to the cafeteria*
Lt. Wesson: *startles when the dark-haired man darts into the room* 0_o
Skylar: *serious as he moves to stand before Rachel, Patrick, and Colonel Franklin*
Rachel: *fills the disguised Seeker in on what's happened and what they've found* Did you ever meet Windbreaker?
Skylar: *expression barely flickers* Once, back on Cybertron.
Rachel: Well that's our shell.
Skylar: *small nod* Should Sky, TC and I focus on attempting to locate his sibling in order to prevent an attack? *Yes, he knows the odds of that particular mech finding them, he's trying to be funny*
Rachel: *pause* His brother's loyal, then?
Skylar: He might be... But you know as well as I do how smart he isn't.
Rachel: *nods and looks at Patrick*
Patrick: *would facepalm, has armfull of Soli*
Colonel Franklin: *to Skylar* Would you fill me in on the bot in question?
Skylar: *nods, proceeds to do so* *Apparently, Softshoulder is the 'dumb' one of the pair, though he is loyal to his brother... Yet he and Windbreaker still managed to make Runamuck and Runabout look like geniuses...*
Colonel Franklin: ...I take it Runamuck and Runabout aren't known for intelligence.
Patrick: *Deadpans* Understatement of the millenium, Colonel.
Colonel Franklin: So how much of a threat will this Softshoulder be?
Rachel: Chief, I think Skylar should go find him. Grunts usually have a healthy respect for authority.
Colonel Franklin: *slowly* But Skylar's an Autobot now.
Skylar: Doesn't matter.
Colonel Franklin: *lifts eyebrows*
Rachel: Decepticons, the loyal ones, don't lose respect for an officer just because he breaks off on his own.
Skylar: *Stretches* And if all else fails, I can still hold my own in combat well enough...
Rachel: *looks to Patrick for his say in the matter*
Soli: *mouth sealed shut*
Patrick: *Seriously* Be careful out there, Skylar.
Skylar: *nods, saluting Patrick crisply before heading out of the cafeteria*
Elsewhere
large flying thing: *bounces off the window Melissa was looking out through*
Melissa: *hysterics*
Back at the command center
Skylar: *Acks and hurries down the hall to the quarters where Melissa is*
Lt. Wesson: *goes 0_0 and looks out at the ack, then looks at Colonel Franklin* Sir, I think something just happened.
Rachel: *frowns and pings Skylar's com*
Skylar: //Not now, Captain, Crusher... Tasha Yar is in need of my assistance!//
Patrick: *raised brow*
Rachel: .... I think we might have to make another plan.
Patrick: *nods, frowning*
Rachel: *looks toward the window as she hears a raven go 'groak!', her brows drawing together in a frown*
Patrick: *Follows Rachel's gaze* I didn't know there were ravens in this area...
Colonel Franklin: *blinks and looks himself* Aren't they nearly everywhere?
Mia: *nods* We get 'em 'round Lisa's place all th' tahm...
Rachel: ...Maybe I'm just jumping at spooks, but I'm remembering all the old human claims that ravens were the eyes for evil things.
Lt. Wesson: *mystified expression*
Patrick: Depending on the culture, they are, but some of the native tribes consider them a sign of good fortune.
Colonel Franklin: And they fed Elijah, in the Bible.
Lt. Wesson: *nods and settles down*
Rachel: Hmmm. *frowns and rubs Lyra's foot*
Soli: *backfire*
Patrick: *Focuses on fussing over bebeh now, kthx*
Mia: So, wh't're we gonna do?
Colonel Franklin: Patrick?
Patrick: *looks up from fussing over Soli* Yes?
Rachel: What's the revised plan, Chief?
Patrick: Er... Um... *glances to Emi, asking for help with his gaze*
Emi: We'll need to run personnel... and find out if there's a way to locate any possible Decepticon presence.
Colonel Franklin: I can have Captain House overfly the area.
Emi: *small nod* Just as long as she doesn't put herself into danger...
Colonel Franklin: *very slight smile* I think it would take a lot more than Decepticon weaponry to put her in danger, Emilia.
Emi: Still... *yes, she's going to worry*
Colonel Franklin: *calls Sunshine to come to the cafeteria. And when she does he tells Lt. Wesson to shoot her*
Lt. Wesson: *does so*
Emi: *panics*
Patrick: *on his feet*
Rachel: *on her butt!*
Mia: *transforms, bringing her weapons out*
Sunshine: *perks her ears at them* You von't need those, Mia.
Chromia: *hesitantly puts her weapons away* Y'u sure?
Sunshine: *walks over and shows the Cybertronian woman the hole in her shirt*
Chromia: *unintentionally furthers Soli's vocabulary*
Sunshine: I'm invulnerable.
Emi: *frown* Most Decepticons use weapons that burn....
Sunshine: *passes one hand over the other, and is suddenly holding a small pool of liquid fire* So do I.
Emi: *boggling slightly*
Chromia: *Will now pick her jaw up off the floor*
Patrick: *surprised*
Lt. Wesson: *had walked over to open the window to disperse gunpowder smell, now steps out of the way as Sunshine sends a blast of flame through the opening*
Rachel: *wincing and trying to haul herself to her feet, falls back at that and stares*
Patrick: *Can only manage a blurt of static*
Sunshine: *drinks the fire from her hand and turns to look at him* My people vere created to be the perfect soldiers. It takes qvite a lot to hurt us.
Emi: ... *manages a small nod*
Colonel Franklin: Do you still have objections to her going out?
Patrick and Emi: *headshake*
Colonel Franklin: *nods and asks Sunshine to overfly the entire sector, starting at x and ending at wyz*
Sunshine: *salutes and slips through the patio door, then leaps into the air and is gone with a beat of massive pale wings*
Chromia: *mumbles something as she transforms back to alt-mode that sounds suspiciously like "Best. Demo. Evah."*
Rachel: *sighs and asks someone to help her up*
Emi and Mia: *on it*
Rachel: *as she regains her feet with their assistance* Did anyone else notice that Sunshine just went out in a loosely tied shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and a pair of cammo pants?
Colonel Franklin: *on the phone again, getting people posted* Yes, she's got a little more on than she usually wears. Her other pair of pants must have caught fire.
Patrick: *sighs* Rachel, would you object to my suggesting that you return to your family's quarters for right now?
Rachel: *blinks* Chief?
Emilia: He just wants everyone where he feels they're safe.
Rachel: I guess I can salvage that shell later. *nodding*
Colonel Franklin: *blink!*
Patrick: *gives Franklin a concerned look, not quite understanding the man's confusion*
Colonel Franklin: *frowns, but then decides it's not his place to question the practises of other races with their dead* I'll see you later, Dr. Ruteger.
Rachel: *nods and limps out*
Emi: *Going to escort Rachel out, as is Mia*
Patrick: *small nod to Franklin, heads out as well*
Colonel Franklin: *watches them go, and then bows his head to ask for reinforcements*
Denver's room
Tracks: *frowning at the window as he hears something squawking outside it and making the most bizarre sounds*
Denver: *in that not quite asleep, not quite awake state, is convinced her brother's talking about a bunch of ravens raiding the garbage again, mumbles* Ah thought th't y'u 'n Pa put th'se bird-scarin' bombs out....
Tracks: *brow plates shoot upward as the being outside says something very rude*
Denver: *small frown, opens her eyes when she doesn't get whatever response she was expecting* ... *Facepalm, soft groan*
*and then someone's knocking on the door quietly*
Tracks: *looks over there, and then blinks as Raoul shoots in from the other room and bounces over to peek with the chain still fastened*
Raoul: Whaddya want?
Lt. Ross: *acks and steps back a few steps, but manages to keep a grip on the large mug she brought from the cafeteria* I... I brought some soup for the Major... Chicken Noodle... *holds the mug out towards Raoul*
Raoul: *frowns, but takes it* Yeah, whatever. Thanks.
Tracks: Raoul....
Raoul: I said thanks! Sheeesh, man....
Lt. Ross: *Quickly excusing herself and hurrying down the hall*
Denver: *Frown, can't get back to sleep, will move to sit up or try to*
Tracks: *helps her, then piles pillows behind her for her to lean against*
Raoul: *turns, slurping some of the soup as he closes the door*
Raoul: *over to the other side of the bed and offering the mug* That dark-haired chick brought this for you, Major Mac.
Tracks: ...Then why were you drinking it?
Denver: *frowns more, focusing on the fact that there really was someone at the door* Which dark-haired chick?
Raoul: Dunno. She's one'a the ones in your ... uh... unit? Whatever. *offers soup more*
Denver: *as she carefully grabs the mug* 'S prolly Ross.... Darby's blonde....
Tracks: *helping hand out, ready if she needs assistance* There was a dark-haired woman here earlier too. Just before those three boors showed up.
Denver: *frown, nod* Ah remember... somethin' 'bout reports?
Tracks: That was the story they fabricated. The woman said they were here to make sure that I didn't break your heart. *disdainful sniff*
Denver: *another groan as she shuts her eyes* Th'se three.... Falman 'n Caine ain't so bad... Havoc prolleh roped 'em int' it...
Tracks: *expression eloquently says how little he thinks of the men and their antics*
Raoul: *isn't going to mention what Seamus has been saying*
Denver: *going to try and get some of the soup down now*
Raoul: *looking in the other mug on the table, and then sampling the formerly warm smoothie to see if it's still good*
Tracks: Oh for the love of.... Raoul, if you're hungry, go get lunch.
Raoul: Can't. Autumn said to stay here.
Tracks: ...What?
Denver: *Frowning behind her mug, brows drawn together slightly*
Raoul: *quietly* That little blond chick... Lisa. She saw somebody dead, I think.
Denver: *reaching to put her mug on the table now*
Tracks: *does not com the Prime. Instead he coms the mech he thinks he remembers being Optimus' CO2* //Jazz?//
Javan: *clearly startled* //Yeah?//
Tracks: //I'm not sure of the code I've heard you people use, but... my ward... says that someone just found a dead person.//
Javan: //...Wait, what?! Who found t' dead person?//
Tracks: *frowns, and then databursts him an image of Lisa* //You mean to say you didn't know?//
Javan: // ... *Soft groan as he sees the image* $#*&^$#.... Uhura's already jittery enough... 'n slag no, I di'n't know!//
Tracks: //But aren't you the second in command?//
Javan: //Naw, tha's Sulu 'r Miramanee... y'u know... Picard's girl...//
Tracks: //Ah. Sorry for disturbing you, then.// *signs off wordlessly and pings Emilia*
Emi: *sounds a bit tense and worried* //Miramanee speaking.//
Tracks: //I have no idea who I am. But I just heard that someone found a body.//
Emi: *coughs to hide her snerk* //I'm certain we'll figure your identity out... *serious again* Uhura came upon a stowaway in one of the airlocks... the one near the front... Dax is consoling her at the moment....//
Denver: *Watching Tracks, might try and move to get out of bed if nobody stops her*
Tracks: *does stop her, gently but firmly*
Raoul: *gives her the Look*
Tracks: //Do we know who it was?//
Emi: //Crusher was able to identify him... as well as the one responsible for his state....//
Tracks: //Any orders?//
Emi: *a momentary pause, is no doubt talking to Patrick and asking him* //Hold your position until the recon unit returns, unless absolutely necessary. If you are in need of an escort, one of the crew will no doubt be nearby...//
Tracks: *frowning* //Understood. Me out.// *looks up at Denver*
Denver: *not happy about being stopped*
Tracks: You are staying right where you are until one of the medics gives you clearance to move, young lady.
Denver: *sulk*
Raoul: *gives his guardian an incredulous look* Way to talk down to a girl, man. No wonder you're still single.
Tracks: 0.o
Denver: *confused blinking*
Tracks: *quiet, embarrassed apology to Denver*
Denver: *slight shrug, has been treated worse before, reaches to patpat Tracks' hand*
Tracks: *turns his hand without fully realizing what he's doing, and gently curls his fingers around hers* I don't know about your medic, but Ratchet can give some truly mortifying Looks if you don't follow her orders.
Denver: *Soft snerk* Dr. House 's good 't givin' Looks 's well... 'N 'f th't ain't 'nough t' getcha t' slow down 'r rest, 'e sets Naomi on ya.... *quiet chuckle*
Raoul: Oh man, that's evil. You can't even tell a little girl where to go.
Tracks: *facepalms and Looks at Raoul, who just looks soberly back*
Denver: Naomi's good 'bout pesterin' ya till it sinks in th't y'u're sick 'r 'urt 'n need t' rest.... *speaking of rest, seems someone's still in need of it*
Tracks: *turns his attention back to her* *gently* You don't look like you're fully rebooted yet, darling. Why don't you settle down while I tell you and Raoul what Elita-one told me?
Denver: *nods, tries to get settled back under the blankets on her own*
Tracks: *attempts to help her with his free hand*
Raoul: *watching them* 0.o .... *face palm* *crack up*
Tracks: *blinks and frowns at him*
Denver: *small, confused frown*
Raoul: You can hold hands again after Major Mac's all tucked in, guys. *eyes dancing*
Denver: *confused blink, looks down at her hand*
Tracks: *realizes he's still holding it and blushes*
Denver: *small smile, gives Tracks' hand a small squeeze before letting go and working on getting settled under the blankets again*
Tracks: *uses both hands to assist her now. Takes away a couple pillows, but leaves enough for her to be propped up in the bed* There you are. How's that? *slight smile*
Raoul: *feeling happy as he watches*
Denver: *Small nod, lays back against the pillows*
Tracks: *sighs and looks at Raoul, then frowns toward the window* Bluestreak found a body in the shed. Elita-One ordered us to stay here till the recon team gets back.
Denver: *frown, trying to put faces with names*
Tracks: *sees her confusion* Ah... I mean Lisa. Or Uhura, according to that ridiculous code.
Denver: ... *SNERK*
Raoul: Hey, Uhura was hot. For an ol' lady.
Tracks: Raoul, please. Keep your adolescent fantasies to yourself.
Denver: *chuckling* Th'y're usin' Star Trek names 's code....
Tracks: It sounds like it. Elita-One is 'Mirimanee' or something like that.
Denver: Miramanee... D'se th't mean y'ur boss 's goin' bah Kirk? *trying not to snicker*
Raoul: Nah. He's Picard. That badmouth little robot's Kirk.
Denver: ... *even more confused now*
Tracks: *also confused*
Raoul: *rolls his eyes at them and then recites the list as he's learned it from Simon and Sarah*
Denver: *shaking her head by the end of the list, though she is smiling* No 'fense, Tracks... B't y'ur friends're dorks.
Tracks: *mystified by the list* Ah....
Raoul: He don' even know what that means. *snerk*
Denver: *small chuckle, before she's yawning and trying to cover her mouth*
Tracks: *focuses on what he does understand and gently pulls the blankets up around her shoulders* Get some more sleep. I'll try and keep Raoul quiet.
Raoul: *pulling a frightful face at him*
Denver: *frowns as something occurs to her, but the bed is comfortable, and she is tired.... and it's not long before she's shutting her eyes for more rest. She'll ask Tracks about what occurred to her when she wakes up.*
Tracks: *gently pats her hand where it lays beneath the blankets, and then gets up to talk to Raoul in the other room and arrange for a soldier to bring them something from the cafeteria*
((co-written with random_xtras))
Autumn: *headshake* I'm usually with the kids...
Bert: *lowers his voice and tells her*
Autumn: *boggling, flinches when Lisa comes running past, shouting for Patrick and Colonel Franklin*
Bert: *halfway to his feet at the alarm in the little blond's voice and manner*
Colonel Franklin: *also starting up with alarm*
Patrick: *on his feet* Bluestreak! What's wrong?
Lisa: *Nearly trips as she turns quickly, rambling and flailing about there being a body in the shed*
Bert: What? *hurrying over there*
Raoul: *frozen, apple and whole grain cookie halfway to his mouth*
Simon: *confused frown*
Sean: *looks like he's going to faint*
Sarah: *Hiding against Destiny now, kthx*
Lisa: I went out to the shed to put away some of the tools I borrowed to work on one of the NEST vehicles and there was this Decepticon just laying there and I thought I had startled him, but he was already dead and I don't know how he got there!!! *flails more*
Autumn: *hurrying over to the kids, will bring them to their parents and guardians now*
Sean: *there he goes*
Simon: *catches him*
Raoul: *food flies as he twists to catch Sean as well*
Sarah: *whimpering, wants Mama now!*
Colonel Franklin: *talking on his phone, barking orders*
Lt. Wesson: *looking a little sick from where he's standing by the door*
Autumn: *Pinging Sky, Rachel, and Tracks with a message that she'll be bringing their children to them shortly* Naomi, are your parents awake?
Patrick: *getting in touch with Alex, Mia, Emi, and Rodney. The first three are being delegated to investigation duties, and Rodney's being told to come and help calm Lisa down*
Sora: *gently urging Destiny to go with Sarah and the other kids*
Naomi: *looks up from trying to wake Sean up, her ears perked* Ja, of course. But you don't need to vorry about me, Tante Autumn.
Autumn: *frown* Are you sure? *creche guardian is determined to keep her charges safe until they're with their parents*
Naomi: *nods* Ja, I'm sure. I'll help you vith the others.
Sean: *dizzy and ill, but holding onto Simon's shirt as the larger boy picks him up*
Simon: *going where Autumn is telling him to go*
Sora: *Will not be budged, says something in Cybertronian that makes Autumn pause for a moment, before the creche guardian is guiding the other youngsters out of the cafeteria*
Naomi: *looking over her shoulder, ears back in a frown* Vhy did ve leave Sora behind?
Simon: Her Sora not coming? *worried*
Destiny: She wants to help....
Naomi: But she's only a kinder....
Destiny: *headshake* She is older than me.
Naomi: Vell so am I. But I'm still a kinder.
Sarah: *hiding against Simon and Raoul*
Raoul: *arm around Sarah's shoulders as he walks along in tense silence*
Destiny: Sharpshot is an adult... Has been for... *trying to find the right word* vorns... *frowns, not sure if that's the right word or not*
Naomi: Ah. I vas confused by her alvays being vith us.
Destiny: *reaches to gently patpat Naomi's arm*
Naomi: *twitches her ears, then moves to take the taller girl's hand. Her own small, clawed hand is very warm, and as hard as rock*
Raoul: *watching Greg like a hawk. He's not supposed to be that quiet*
Greg: *wants to slip back to Patrick and say he'll fight!*
Rachel: *opens the door, Lyra on her shoulder* Come on in, guys. Dad's in here. But I have to go talk to Uncle Patrick, okay?
Greg: Me Greg need talk to him Uncle Patrick too! Me help!
Rachel: *gives him a Look*
Greg: *THERE'S the fussing and griping!*
Lyra: *Deedles at Greg*
Sarah: *clicks quietly, will go and hide under a blanket now*
Destiny: Sharpshot is talking to Uncle Patrick and Uncle Mike as well...
Rachel: *frowns and looks over her shoulder* Jack, will you come get the kids? *is bringing Lyra along*
Greg: ME GREG AM KING! ME FIGHT!
Jack: Greg, heel. *comes to the door*
Greg: *yells his frustration to the world*
Simon: *frowns at him and then slips inside to go sit by Sarah*
Destiny: *frown* It's not time for fighting though... *scoots into the room*
Rachel: *pats Jack on the chest* Put 'Land Before Time' in. That will keep the Dinobots happy.
Jack: *nods, sneaks a gentle kiss to Rachel's cheek*
Rachel: *smiles at him and puts her hand from his chest to his cheek for a moment, then steps out and closes the door before heading for the cafeteria*
Lyra: *Quiet deedle, will hide behind Rachel's hair now*
Rachel: *clicks to her softly* Don't worry, sweetheart. It's going to be alright.
Lyra: *snuggles, another deedle when she hears Rodney talking quietly to Lisa out in the hallway*
Rachel: *pauses to offer the younger femme a hug*
Lisa: *shaking a bit, still rambling quietly, even as Rodney clicks to her and gently rubs her back*
Rachel: *offers Rodney a mild sedative tab* Lisa? Can you hear me?
Lisa: *nods, hiding her face against Rodney*
Rodney: *quietly, over comms and in code* //Uhura found a stowaway in one of the airlocks...//
Rachel: //The Chief told me.// Lisa, I want you to go to your room and try to rest. Rodney will go with you. Alright?
Lisa: *nods, clinging to Rodney as he leads her down the hall after accepting the sedative tab*
Rachel: *watches them go, and then slips into the cafeteria and limps over to the table where Colonel Franklin is sitting and talking on his phone*
Sora: *Serious femme is serious, is watching Patrick as he talks to Emi, Mia, and Alex*
Rachel: *quietly* Sora, what are you doing?
Sora: *just as quietly* I'm helping. If the Decepticons are close, we may be in danger.
Rachel: I'm not sure you're ready for something like that, Sora.
Sora: *Frown*
Lyra: *Quiet deedles for Sora*
Rachel: *takes her dark-haired daughter's hand gently* I'm not doubting your ability. But you're still healing.
Sora: *more frown, very slight headtilt. Then she's sighing quietly and nodding*
Rachel: *offers her a hug as well* Will you go help Jack make sure Greg doesn't try sneaking off?
Sora: *nods, hugging Rachel gently* *Mumbles something about being sassed by Destiny before she heads out of the cafeteria*
Rachel: *hand up to gently hold Lyra's little foot as she watches Sora go, and then she's turning back to the two leaders, thinking that Colonel Franklin looks like he's going to choke*
Colonel Franklin: *still speaking calmly. But Major McHale's catching it.*
Patrick: *eyebrow twitching slightly as he dismisses Alex and Mia*
Rachel: Chief?
Patrick: *calmly, though his eyebrow is STILL twitching* Ironhide and Chromia are going to see if they can identify the body... or at the very least, figure out what killed it.
Rachel: *brow arches* Isn't that last my job?
Emi: *has Soli cradled gently in her arms*
Soli: >:\
Patrick: Ironhide and Chromia know more about different weapons and their effects... the body is in the shed. *in other words, he's also asked them to bring the body to where Rachel can examine it herself*
Rachel: *nods and rubs Lyra's foot* So where are they putting it?
Patrick: Med ward.
Colonel Franklin: I've sent Captain House to help with the transport and the investigation.
Patrick: *nod*
Colonel Franklin: *quiet, apologetic anger* My men should have seen something.
Patrick: *about to speak when Lyra's deedling catches his attention*
Rachel: *tilts her head to look at the little drone from the corner of her eye* What is it, sweetheart?
Lyra: *another deedle. Seems she's trying to lighten the tension a bit*
Rachel: *understands and chuckles slightly, patting the tiny foot* *then she turns back to Patrick* If that's all, Chief, I'll be in the med ward.
Patrick: *nods, expression softening a bit as his attention goes to Soli and Emi*
Soli: *epic scowl*
Emi: *gently transfers Soli back to Patrick, clicking soothingly*
Soli: *ignore a daddy* *ignore ignore*
Colonel Franklin: *watches Rachel go, then looks at Patrick* Are those little robots Rachel's pets, or her children?
Patrick: *cradling Soli* *soft chuckle* They're drones that Jack made as a courting gift... but she loves them like they're her children...
Colonel Franklin: *nods as he hits the speed dial on his phone again* I've met dogs like that.
A short time later, in the med ward...
Rachel: *takes one look at the body, scans it and then shakes her head* *quietly* I know exactly how he died. And I know who did it.
Dr. House: *looks at her sideways*
Mia: *Scowling at the body, as is Alex. They both recognize the weapon damage, it seems*
Rachel: Processor and lasercore both shattered by concentrated sonic blast. *grim and quiet* Soundwave.
Alex: *Low gruff-sounding growl* The slagger's gotta be close by.
Rachel: *draws in a shaky breath* He's been here all along. *going to go report to Patrick now, her limp more pronounced than usual*
Mia: *nods to Alex, moves to offer Rachel her arm*
Rachel: *thanks Mia and takes it, her expression set as she continues as quickly as she can*
Mia: *keeping all sensors on alert as she escorts Rachel back to where Patrick is*
Lt. Wesson: *turns as they come in, his upset expression lightening to concern* Do you need a hand, Dr. Ruteger?
Rachel: I'm alright, John. Thanks.
Lt. Wesson: *nods and steps back into his place, though he frowns as he watches Rachel move through the room to where Patrick is sitting*
Patrick: *looks up from trying to convince Soli that the energon and calcien mush is for eating and not wearing*
Soli: *spits it out anyway* >:\
Rachel: I know the how and I know the who, Chief.
Patrick: ... *serious in an instant* *small nod, inviting Rachel to explain*
Rachel: Concentrated sonic blast to the spark compartment and processor. *Patrick will recognize that attack, she knows*
Patrick: *goes pale as he draws in a sharp breath of air*
Colonel Franklin: *looks from Rachel to Patrick* What is it?
Emi: *eyes smouldering with barely concealed anger and loathing* Soundwave. *all but spits the name out like a curse word*
Colonel Franklin: *pales himself* The bot whose symbiont Stark Industries killed.
Mia: *grumbles, slipping into Cybertronian reflexively* [Th' slagger 'e offed w's a 'Con....]
Rachel: Yeah, Decepticons do that. *frowning*
Patrick: *also frowning now* Usually, it's for a reason....
Rachel: *has a match* Ever remember hearing about a grunt named Windbreaker?
Patrick: *Soft groan*
Emi: *frown* Is that the guy that got offed?
Rachel: He seems to match the record. Though I hear Windbreaker had at least one brother.
Emi: ... *expression darkens even more*
Rachel: Low grade cannon fodder. There are a lot of drones smarter than that model of 'Cons.
Emi: If we get attacked by Windbreaker's brother... *says something very much unprintable about what she intends to do to Soundwave if she ever finds him*
Mia: Ain't lahkleh, Emi... 'T th' most, they's build brothas.
Rachel: Rivals for energy and attention.
Mia: *nod*
Colonel Franklin: So it's only Soundwave that we have to worry about.
Patrick: It would appear so.
Rachel: *calls for Skylar*
Skylar: *hurrying to the cafeteria*
Lt. Wesson: *startles when the dark-haired man darts into the room* 0_o
Skylar: *serious as he moves to stand before Rachel, Patrick, and Colonel Franklin*
Rachel: *fills the disguised Seeker in on what's happened and what they've found* Did you ever meet Windbreaker?
Skylar: *expression barely flickers* Once, back on Cybertron.
Rachel: Well that's our shell.
Skylar: *small nod* Should Sky, TC and I focus on attempting to locate his sibling in order to prevent an attack? *Yes, he knows the odds of that particular mech finding them, he's trying to be funny*
Rachel: *pause* His brother's loyal, then?
Skylar: He might be... But you know as well as I do how smart he isn't.
Rachel: *nods and looks at Patrick*
Patrick: *would facepalm, has armfull of Soli*
Colonel Franklin: *to Skylar* Would you fill me in on the bot in question?
Skylar: *nods, proceeds to do so* *Apparently, Softshoulder is the 'dumb' one of the pair, though he is loyal to his brother... Yet he and Windbreaker still managed to make Runamuck and Runabout look like geniuses...*
Colonel Franklin: ...I take it Runamuck and Runabout aren't known for intelligence.
Patrick: *Deadpans* Understatement of the millenium, Colonel.
Colonel Franklin: So how much of a threat will this Softshoulder be?
Rachel: Chief, I think Skylar should go find him. Grunts usually have a healthy respect for authority.
Colonel Franklin: *slowly* But Skylar's an Autobot now.
Skylar: Doesn't matter.
Colonel Franklin: *lifts eyebrows*
Rachel: Decepticons, the loyal ones, don't lose respect for an officer just because he breaks off on his own.
Skylar: *Stretches* And if all else fails, I can still hold my own in combat well enough...
Rachel: *looks to Patrick for his say in the matter*
Soli: *mouth sealed shut*
Patrick: *Seriously* Be careful out there, Skylar.
Skylar: *nods, saluting Patrick crisply before heading out of the cafeteria*
Elsewhere
large flying thing: *bounces off the window Melissa was looking out through*
Melissa: *hysterics*
Back at the command center
Skylar: *Acks and hurries down the hall to the quarters where Melissa is*
Lt. Wesson: *goes 0_0 and looks out at the ack, then looks at Colonel Franklin* Sir, I think something just happened.
Rachel: *frowns and pings Skylar's com*
Skylar: //Not now, Captain, Crusher... Tasha Yar is in need of my assistance!//
Patrick: *raised brow*
Rachel: .... I think we might have to make another plan.
Patrick: *nods, frowning*
Rachel: *looks toward the window as she hears a raven go 'groak!', her brows drawing together in a frown*
Patrick: *Follows Rachel's gaze* I didn't know there were ravens in this area...
Colonel Franklin: *blinks and looks himself* Aren't they nearly everywhere?
Mia: *nods* We get 'em 'round Lisa's place all th' tahm...
Rachel: ...Maybe I'm just jumping at spooks, but I'm remembering all the old human claims that ravens were the eyes for evil things.
Lt. Wesson: *mystified expression*
Patrick: Depending on the culture, they are, but some of the native tribes consider them a sign of good fortune.
Colonel Franklin: And they fed Elijah, in the Bible.
Lt. Wesson: *nods and settles down*
Rachel: Hmmm. *frowns and rubs Lyra's foot*
Soli: *backfire*
Patrick: *Focuses on fussing over bebeh now, kthx*
Mia: So, wh't're we gonna do?
Colonel Franklin: Patrick?
Patrick: *looks up from fussing over Soli* Yes?
Rachel: What's the revised plan, Chief?
Patrick: Er... Um... *glances to Emi, asking for help with his gaze*
Emi: We'll need to run personnel... and find out if there's a way to locate any possible Decepticon presence.
Colonel Franklin: I can have Captain House overfly the area.
Emi: *small nod* Just as long as she doesn't put herself into danger...
Colonel Franklin: *very slight smile* I think it would take a lot more than Decepticon weaponry to put her in danger, Emilia.
Emi: Still... *yes, she's going to worry*
Colonel Franklin: *calls Sunshine to come to the cafeteria. And when she does he tells Lt. Wesson to shoot her*
Lt. Wesson: *does so*
Emi: *panics*
Patrick: *on his feet*
Rachel: *on her butt!*
Mia: *transforms, bringing her weapons out*
Sunshine: *perks her ears at them* You von't need those, Mia.
Chromia: *hesitantly puts her weapons away* Y'u sure?
Sunshine: *walks over and shows the Cybertronian woman the hole in her shirt*
Chromia: *unintentionally furthers Soli's vocabulary*
Sunshine: I'm invulnerable.
Emi: *frown* Most Decepticons use weapons that burn....
Sunshine: *passes one hand over the other, and is suddenly holding a small pool of liquid fire* So do I.
Emi: *boggling slightly*
Chromia: *Will now pick her jaw up off the floor*
Patrick: *surprised*
Lt. Wesson: *had walked over to open the window to disperse gunpowder smell, now steps out of the way as Sunshine sends a blast of flame through the opening*
Rachel: *wincing and trying to haul herself to her feet, falls back at that and stares*
Patrick: *Can only manage a blurt of static*
Sunshine: *drinks the fire from her hand and turns to look at him* My people vere created to be the perfect soldiers. It takes qvite a lot to hurt us.
Emi: ... *manages a small nod*
Colonel Franklin: Do you still have objections to her going out?
Patrick and Emi: *headshake*
Colonel Franklin: *nods and asks Sunshine to overfly the entire sector, starting at x and ending at wyz*
Sunshine: *salutes and slips through the patio door, then leaps into the air and is gone with a beat of massive pale wings*
Chromia: *mumbles something as she transforms back to alt-mode that sounds suspiciously like "Best. Demo. Evah."*
Rachel: *sighs and asks someone to help her up*
Emi and Mia: *on it*
Rachel: *as she regains her feet with their assistance* Did anyone else notice that Sunshine just went out in a loosely tied shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and a pair of cammo pants?
Colonel Franklin: *on the phone again, getting people posted* Yes, she's got a little more on than she usually wears. Her other pair of pants must have caught fire.
Patrick: *sighs* Rachel, would you object to my suggesting that you return to your family's quarters for right now?
Rachel: *blinks* Chief?
Emilia: He just wants everyone where he feels they're safe.
Rachel: I guess I can salvage that shell later. *nodding*
Colonel Franklin: *blink!*
Patrick: *gives Franklin a concerned look, not quite understanding the man's confusion*
Colonel Franklin: *frowns, but then decides it's not his place to question the practises of other races with their dead* I'll see you later, Dr. Ruteger.
Rachel: *nods and limps out*
Emi: *Going to escort Rachel out, as is Mia*
Patrick: *small nod to Franklin, heads out as well*
Colonel Franklin: *watches them go, and then bows his head to ask for reinforcements*
Denver's room
Tracks: *frowning at the window as he hears something squawking outside it and making the most bizarre sounds*
Denver: *in that not quite asleep, not quite awake state, is convinced her brother's talking about a bunch of ravens raiding the garbage again, mumbles* Ah thought th't y'u 'n Pa put th'se bird-scarin' bombs out....
Tracks: *brow plates shoot upward as the being outside says something very rude*
Denver: *small frown, opens her eyes when she doesn't get whatever response she was expecting* ... *Facepalm, soft groan*
*and then someone's knocking on the door quietly*
Tracks: *looks over there, and then blinks as Raoul shoots in from the other room and bounces over to peek with the chain still fastened*
Raoul: Whaddya want?
Lt. Ross: *acks and steps back a few steps, but manages to keep a grip on the large mug she brought from the cafeteria* I... I brought some soup for the Major... Chicken Noodle... *holds the mug out towards Raoul*
Raoul: *frowns, but takes it* Yeah, whatever. Thanks.
Tracks: Raoul....
Raoul: I said thanks! Sheeesh, man....
Lt. Ross: *Quickly excusing herself and hurrying down the hall*
Denver: *Frown, can't get back to sleep, will move to sit up or try to*
Tracks: *helps her, then piles pillows behind her for her to lean against*
Raoul: *turns, slurping some of the soup as he closes the door*
Raoul: *over to the other side of the bed and offering the mug* That dark-haired chick brought this for you, Major Mac.
Tracks: ...Then why were you drinking it?
Denver: *frowns more, focusing on the fact that there really was someone at the door* Which dark-haired chick?
Raoul: Dunno. She's one'a the ones in your ... uh... unit? Whatever. *offers soup more*
Denver: *as she carefully grabs the mug* 'S prolly Ross.... Darby's blonde....
Tracks: *helping hand out, ready if she needs assistance* There was a dark-haired woman here earlier too. Just before those three boors showed up.
Denver: *frown, nod* Ah remember... somethin' 'bout reports?
Tracks: That was the story they fabricated. The woman said they were here to make sure that I didn't break your heart. *disdainful sniff*
Denver: *another groan as she shuts her eyes* Th'se three.... Falman 'n Caine ain't so bad... Havoc prolleh roped 'em int' it...
Tracks: *expression eloquently says how little he thinks of the men and their antics*
Raoul: *isn't going to mention what Seamus has been saying*
Denver: *going to try and get some of the soup down now*
Raoul: *looking in the other mug on the table, and then sampling the formerly warm smoothie to see if it's still good*
Tracks: Oh for the love of.... Raoul, if you're hungry, go get lunch.
Raoul: Can't. Autumn said to stay here.
Tracks: ...What?
Denver: *Frowning behind her mug, brows drawn together slightly*
Raoul: *quietly* That little blond chick... Lisa. She saw somebody dead, I think.
Denver: *reaching to put her mug on the table now*
Tracks: *does not com the Prime. Instead he coms the mech he thinks he remembers being Optimus' CO2* //Jazz?//
Javan: *clearly startled* //Yeah?//
Tracks: //I'm not sure of the code I've heard you people use, but... my ward... says that someone just found a dead person.//
Javan: //...Wait, what?! Who found t' dead person?//
Tracks: *frowns, and then databursts him an image of Lisa* //You mean to say you didn't know?//
Javan: // ... *Soft groan as he sees the image* $#*&^$#.... Uhura's already jittery enough... 'n slag no, I di'n't know!//
Tracks: //But aren't you the second in command?//
Javan: //Naw, tha's Sulu 'r Miramanee... y'u know... Picard's girl...//
Tracks: //Ah. Sorry for disturbing you, then.// *signs off wordlessly and pings Emilia*
Emi: *sounds a bit tense and worried* //Miramanee speaking.//
Tracks: //I have no idea who I am. But I just heard that someone found a body.//
Emi: *coughs to hide her snerk* //I'm certain we'll figure your identity out... *serious again* Uhura came upon a stowaway in one of the airlocks... the one near the front... Dax is consoling her at the moment....//
Denver: *Watching Tracks, might try and move to get out of bed if nobody stops her*
Tracks: *does stop her, gently but firmly*
Raoul: *gives her the Look*
Tracks: //Do we know who it was?//
Emi: //Crusher was able to identify him... as well as the one responsible for his state....//
Tracks: //Any orders?//
Emi: *a momentary pause, is no doubt talking to Patrick and asking him* //Hold your position until the recon unit returns, unless absolutely necessary. If you are in need of an escort, one of the crew will no doubt be nearby...//
Tracks: *frowning* //Understood. Me out.// *looks up at Denver*
Denver: *not happy about being stopped*
Tracks: You are staying right where you are until one of the medics gives you clearance to move, young lady.
Denver: *sulk*
Raoul: *gives his guardian an incredulous look* Way to talk down to a girl, man. No wonder you're still single.
Tracks: 0.o
Denver: *confused blinking*
Tracks: *quiet, embarrassed apology to Denver*
Denver: *slight shrug, has been treated worse before, reaches to patpat Tracks' hand*
Tracks: *turns his hand without fully realizing what he's doing, and gently curls his fingers around hers* I don't know about your medic, but Ratchet can give some truly mortifying Looks if you don't follow her orders.
Denver: *Soft snerk* Dr. House 's good 't givin' Looks 's well... 'N 'f th't ain't 'nough t' getcha t' slow down 'r rest, 'e sets Naomi on ya.... *quiet chuckle*
Raoul: Oh man, that's evil. You can't even tell a little girl where to go.
Tracks: *facepalms and Looks at Raoul, who just looks soberly back*
Denver: Naomi's good 'bout pesterin' ya till it sinks in th't y'u're sick 'r 'urt 'n need t' rest.... *speaking of rest, seems someone's still in need of it*
Tracks: *turns his attention back to her* *gently* You don't look like you're fully rebooted yet, darling. Why don't you settle down while I tell you and Raoul what Elita-one told me?
Denver: *nods, tries to get settled back under the blankets on her own*
Tracks: *attempts to help her with his free hand*
Raoul: *watching them* 0.o .... *face palm* *crack up*
Tracks: *blinks and frowns at him*
Denver: *small, confused frown*
Raoul: You can hold hands again after Major Mac's all tucked in, guys. *eyes dancing*
Denver: *confused blink, looks down at her hand*
Tracks: *realizes he's still holding it and blushes*
Denver: *small smile, gives Tracks' hand a small squeeze before letting go and working on getting settled under the blankets again*
Tracks: *uses both hands to assist her now. Takes away a couple pillows, but leaves enough for her to be propped up in the bed* There you are. How's that? *slight smile*
Raoul: *feeling happy as he watches*
Denver: *Small nod, lays back against the pillows*
Tracks: *sighs and looks at Raoul, then frowns toward the window* Bluestreak found a body in the shed. Elita-One ordered us to stay here till the recon team gets back.
Denver: *frown, trying to put faces with names*
Tracks: *sees her confusion* Ah... I mean Lisa. Or Uhura, according to that ridiculous code.
Denver: ... *SNERK*
Raoul: Hey, Uhura was hot. For an ol' lady.
Tracks: Raoul, please. Keep your adolescent fantasies to yourself.
Denver: *chuckling* Th'y're usin' Star Trek names 's code....
Tracks: It sounds like it. Elita-One is 'Mirimanee' or something like that.
Denver: Miramanee... D'se th't mean y'ur boss 's goin' bah Kirk? *trying not to snicker*
Raoul: Nah. He's Picard. That badmouth little robot's Kirk.
Denver: ... *even more confused now*
Tracks: *also confused*
Raoul: *rolls his eyes at them and then recites the list as he's learned it from Simon and Sarah*
Denver: *shaking her head by the end of the list, though she is smiling* No 'fense, Tracks... B't y'ur friends're dorks.
Tracks: *mystified by the list* Ah....
Raoul: He don' even know what that means. *snerk*
Denver: *small chuckle, before she's yawning and trying to cover her mouth*
Tracks: *focuses on what he does understand and gently pulls the blankets up around her shoulders* Get some more sleep. I'll try and keep Raoul quiet.
Raoul: *pulling a frightful face at him*
Denver: *frowns as something occurs to her, but the bed is comfortable, and she is tired.... and it's not long before she's shutting her eyes for more rest. She'll ask Tracks about what occurred to her when she wakes up.*
Tracks: *gently pats her hand where it lays beneath the blankets, and then gets up to talk to Raoul in the other room and arrange for a soldier to bring them something from the cafeteria*
((co-written with random_xtras))