Nexus. The Black Dog bar. Intelligence.
"Fraggin' took ya long enough." The pale, slender girl looked up with a scowl, her bright blue eyes sparkling dangerously under thick black hair and a double pierced eyebrow.
Rodimus considered a quip about being fashionably late, but decided that she probably wouldn't get it... or respond well to it if she did. "It's kind of hard to just drop everything at a moment's notice when you run a planet and take care of a child. Kids ask a lot of questions before they want to let you go."
She snorted and took another swig from the bottle in her hand. "You don't gotta tell me about kids, bunky. I got... somethin' like ten...."
"Really." He sat down and nodded to Archiva that he'd like energy, then turned back to the girl. "You don't look old enough to be a parent."
"I'm #$##@$@# near eighty." She snorted again. "'N age don't mean nothin' when ya find the brats." Then she reached over and stuck her finger in his cube of mid-grade. "Mornbein."
"Yeah, your partner mentioned your name." He quirked a brow plate at her and cradled his drink protectively. "She said you know a lot about Meredronians, too."
"#@$@#$@# A. The twisted @#$#@$#@s from yer reality 'n the normal ones."
"Normal ones?" He paused in the act of bringing his cube to his mouth. "Are they that much different?"
"Sheeya." She settled down cross-legged on the table and absently shook her bottle. "Meredronians ain't supposedta be all technical 'n all that $$@#$#@%$#@. They're a quiet bunch that jes' is."
Rodimus blinked and set his cube down. "...What do you mean, 'not supposed to be'? Do they have some law against it?"
"I mean it ain't natural, and it ain't what they were made for. The don't need all that %#@$#@$!@ any fraggin' how. They live longer than a #$%#@$@# Transformer, they charge up on solar radiation, 'n all they gotta do is lay around 'n learn."
"...Solar radiation, you say?" Rodimus' other brow plate joined the first.
"'N they're too fraggin' big ta be worryin' about buildin' cities anyhow." She drank deeply and burped loudly.
"Ours seem to do the city building thing alright...."
"All you got's drones. The guys 'n gals're bigger." She tossed her hair back and gave him a sharp look. "I hear you gotta little one."
Rodimus sat up and looked around, his optics narrowing as he wondered who the leak was.
"Relax. Ratchet's cool, fer a stiff." She snorted at him again.
"Ratchet...." He frowned and shook his head slightly. "Why am I not surprised?"
"Tell me 'bout the kid." It was an order.
He made like rolling his optics at her. "Yes, ma'am. He's about this big, golden eyes, and a little tail that Perceptor thinks he'll lose as he gets older."
The bottle made a dull clunk as she set it down, those abnormally bright eyes on his face. "The kid's got a tail?"
"Yes...." He frowned at her expression. "...Is that a bad thing?"
"Nope." Her surprise turned to a smirk as light seemed to play over her face. "Nope. Means you don't gotta drone there."
"We... you mean...."
"He's a lil' guy. Give 'im a thousand years or so 'n he kin be a daddy."
Rodimus sat and gaped at her slightly, then closed his mouth. "Organics usually can't 'be a daddy' without a lady to help. We haven't seen any trace of Meredronian females."
"About half as big again as yer runt drones, skinny, with a long tail 'n big wings," she said, shifting her position slightly so she could rest an elbow on a knee. "Big thing like a jewel on their forehead fer talkin' in vacuum. 'N a tendency t' breath fire once 'n awhile."
"...They're dragons?" Rodimus blinked, trying to see 'dragon' in the blunt faced, bipedal Meredronians that he knew. "Is Shiloh going to get wings?"
"Nope. He'll jes' git bigger 'n tougher, till 'e looks somethin' like one of those horn face dinosaurs. Seven horns. If things were runnin' right 'e'd either batch it fer his whole fraggin' life, or team up with three brothers 'n find a lady t' take care'a."
"A quad." The Autobot Prime sipped absently.
"Yup."
"But ours make drones from other organic material."
"Already said yers were #$%#@$#@#'d."
"Yeah... you did. So they collect knowledge?"
"Mmmhmmm. 'N don't mind sharin' it, if ya find one. Fraggers're deep space people."
"...And how big is Shiloh going to get?"
She snerked. "They never quit growin'. I know a guy three times as big as yer runts."
"I don't suppose you have any of this written down?" He gave her a hopeful look.
"Dork." She whistled three soft notes, then reached through the resultant portal and pulled out a dull green jewel twice the size of her fist. "Got buddy there ta make ya some notes."
Rodimus gave it a blank look. "Uh... where's the on switch?"
Those bright blue eyes rolled most expressively. "Jes stick a wire on it 'n read, dork."
"Oookay." He frowned. "How much?"
She smirked at him. "Already paid."
"Huh?"
"Ratchet saved my lily white aft once. Now I'm helpin' his." She shrugged. "I pay my fraggin' debts."
"Oh." Rodimus picked up the rock and looked it over, then carefully subspaced it and drained his cube.
Mornbein sniggered. "Hurry home 'n figure stuff out."
"Well, yeah, that's the usual ending to a meeting like this." He gave her a slightly sarcastic grin as he got to his feet and dropped some credits on the table.
She just snorted at him again and then turned her head to watch two young mechs at a neighboring table brag at each other.
Rodimus considered a quip about being fashionably late, but decided that she probably wouldn't get it... or respond well to it if she did. "It's kind of hard to just drop everything at a moment's notice when you run a planet and take care of a child. Kids ask a lot of questions before they want to let you go."
She snorted and took another swig from the bottle in her hand. "You don't gotta tell me about kids, bunky. I got... somethin' like ten...."
"Really." He sat down and nodded to Archiva that he'd like energy, then turned back to the girl. "You don't look old enough to be a parent."
"I'm #$##@$@# near eighty." She snorted again. "'N age don't mean nothin' when ya find the brats." Then she reached over and stuck her finger in his cube of mid-grade. "Mornbein."
"Yeah, your partner mentioned your name." He quirked a brow plate at her and cradled his drink protectively. "She said you know a lot about Meredronians, too."
"#@$@#$@# A. The twisted @#$#@$#@s from yer reality 'n the normal ones."
"Normal ones?" He paused in the act of bringing his cube to his mouth. "Are they that much different?"
"Sheeya." She settled down cross-legged on the table and absently shook her bottle. "Meredronians ain't supposedta be all technical 'n all that $$@#$#@%$#@. They're a quiet bunch that jes' is."
Rodimus blinked and set his cube down. "...What do you mean, 'not supposed to be'? Do they have some law against it?"
"I mean it ain't natural, and it ain't what they were made for. The don't need all that %#@$#@$!@ any fraggin' how. They live longer than a #$%#@$@# Transformer, they charge up on solar radiation, 'n all they gotta do is lay around 'n learn."
"...Solar radiation, you say?" Rodimus' other brow plate joined the first.
"'N they're too fraggin' big ta be worryin' about buildin' cities anyhow." She drank deeply and burped loudly.
"Ours seem to do the city building thing alright...."
"All you got's drones. The guys 'n gals're bigger." She tossed her hair back and gave him a sharp look. "I hear you gotta little one."
Rodimus sat up and looked around, his optics narrowing as he wondered who the leak was.
"Relax. Ratchet's cool, fer a stiff." She snorted at him again.
"Ratchet...." He frowned and shook his head slightly. "Why am I not surprised?"
"Tell me 'bout the kid." It was an order.
He made like rolling his optics at her. "Yes, ma'am. He's about this big, golden eyes, and a little tail that Perceptor thinks he'll lose as he gets older."
The bottle made a dull clunk as she set it down, those abnormally bright eyes on his face. "The kid's got a tail?"
"Yes...." He frowned at her expression. "...Is that a bad thing?"
"Nope." Her surprise turned to a smirk as light seemed to play over her face. "Nope. Means you don't gotta drone there."
"We... you mean...."
"He's a lil' guy. Give 'im a thousand years or so 'n he kin be a daddy."
Rodimus sat and gaped at her slightly, then closed his mouth. "Organics usually can't 'be a daddy' without a lady to help. We haven't seen any trace of Meredronian females."
"About half as big again as yer runt drones, skinny, with a long tail 'n big wings," she said, shifting her position slightly so she could rest an elbow on a knee. "Big thing like a jewel on their forehead fer talkin' in vacuum. 'N a tendency t' breath fire once 'n awhile."
"...They're dragons?" Rodimus blinked, trying to see 'dragon' in the blunt faced, bipedal Meredronians that he knew. "Is Shiloh going to get wings?"
"Nope. He'll jes' git bigger 'n tougher, till 'e looks somethin' like one of those horn face dinosaurs. Seven horns. If things were runnin' right 'e'd either batch it fer his whole fraggin' life, or team up with three brothers 'n find a lady t' take care'a."
"A quad." The Autobot Prime sipped absently.
"Yup."
"But ours make drones from other organic material."
"Already said yers were #$%#@$#@#'d."
"Yeah... you did. So they collect knowledge?"
"Mmmhmmm. 'N don't mind sharin' it, if ya find one. Fraggers're deep space people."
"...And how big is Shiloh going to get?"
She snerked. "They never quit growin'. I know a guy three times as big as yer runts."
"I don't suppose you have any of this written down?" He gave her a hopeful look.
"Dork." She whistled three soft notes, then reached through the resultant portal and pulled out a dull green jewel twice the size of her fist. "Got buddy there ta make ya some notes."
Rodimus gave it a blank look. "Uh... where's the on switch?"
Those bright blue eyes rolled most expressively. "Jes stick a wire on it 'n read, dork."
"Oookay." He frowned. "How much?"
She smirked at him. "Already paid."
"Huh?"
"Ratchet saved my lily white aft once. Now I'm helpin' his." She shrugged. "I pay my fraggin' debts."
"Oh." Rodimus picked up the rock and looked it over, then carefully subspaced it and drained his cube.
Mornbein sniggered. "Hurry home 'n figure stuff out."
"Well, yeah, that's the usual ending to a meeting like this." He gave her a slightly sarcastic grin as he got to his feet and dropped some credits on the table.
She just snorted at him again and then turned her head to watch two young mechs at a neighboring table brag at each other.