Squeaker

Northern Lights

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The MiniBot tilted her helm as Toothless scampered off. It was excited, and she couldn’t help but get excited as well. Although a little worried, especially once she saw what it was carrying: she really didn’t want to disappoint it.

“…That won’t cut it either.” She cuddled the scraplet close, “That kind of cold is dangerous for a standard. But! Haven has some awesome windows and heat. We can watch them from here!”

It would be difficult to invent something that would keep it safe. She wouldn’t be able to test it, and would never feel confident enough to rely on such a thing.

The scraplet can’t help but droop a little when Squeaker-friend tells it not even heat-packs would keep it warm enough to watch the pretty lights from outside the ship.

A moment later though, Toothless chuffs at its own silliness and gives itself a shake. Pretty lights would still be pretty through a window, after all! And if the cold would be dangerous even to warm-metals, it doesn’t want Squeaker out in the brrrrr, either.

Snuggling into her affectionate hold, it starts purring softly.

#toothlessthescraplet #she has finally found peace

Squeaker pet Toothless gently, an odd feeling, one she had experienced only on a few certain occasions settled in her spark.

They would reach Earth, they would meander across its patchworked surface together, they would undoubtedly run across others and undoubtedly stumble their way through various uncertainties. It was a future.

There, amid the glowing stars, the humming of a rusty old ship and the quiet purr of her best friend, her family, something still had settled into the MiniBot's spark.

With a happy giggle she folded her faceplate back, hugged Toothless to her face and smacked a kiss on it's helm.

Girl's Day Out

@xxa-helping-handxx

Squeaker's hands stopped fidgeting around her drink as she listened. She started to reach out to Aspire, her own spark starting to crumble, but paused; afraid to make a move.

A sparkling. A fragging sparkling. That kind of loss was unimaginably horrid. But that kind of loss on a large scale? It was unthinkable. And to go though captivity as a child? It made her blood boil.

The war left no one untouched, she thought, phantom pains echoing over the place her bonded had once occupied. But there was a chance. At least Aspire's daughter might still be alive, and that left the possibility of a happy ending, however slim it may be. And Primus there should be some happy ending for somebot somewhere. Even if they didn't find Aspire's bitlit- the chance of a reunion was worth the fight in Squeaker's optics. But it wasn't Squeaker's choice, it was something the beautiful femme across from her must decide for herself.

She paused, unsure if she should make the offer. "Aspire... Aspire we ca-n we can take my ship and track them down. If you if you want to I mean. I wa-nt to to help you."

#xxahelpinghandxx #girls day out #thank you for your patience

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Girls Day Out ~ Closed Starter

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It had been an adjustment. She had been used to being on her own amid the hustle and bustle of Cybertron and had thought being in space all alone would not be much different.

But it was a different kind of alone. It was silent, but beautiful, and she had taken to listening in on open channels to cope with that endless abyss of current noise. She normally didn’t have the spunk to respond to any of those conversations, especially when she couldn’t tell what sort of bot she would be speaking to.

“Oh! That sou-nds that sounds nice.” A safe, steady home was always a good thing. Especially away from the war. But ‘certain events’ made her tilt her hem in question.

Silence was an ever present enemy in space and beyond. Especially for the mecha that were lonely by nature. Thankfully Aspire was fine with being alone and she had made peace with the fact that space was lonely. She found herself enjoying the quiet after a while.

She sang on open channels, hoping that her voice would brighten other mechas moods.

She looked away for a moment at the femme’s curious helm tilt. Her optics flicked to her energon.

"The events are, rather personal. If you really want to know, I can tell you.“

#xxahelpinghandxx #girls day out

"Oh! Only if you want to talk about them . I won't I won't press if you don't."

Squeaker looked down as well, lightly tapping her cube so ripples cascaded through the surface.

She could listen if it would help. Just like she was listening now; it was a conscious choice to block out all but the loudest noises and tune her audials to Aspire.

It was strange, but pleasant. Normally she would be listening carefully, picking out each sound and inspecting it. Somehow figuring out if it was safe, or if she should prepare herself for some unknown danger. But she was going to be better.

Northern Lights

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Squeaker grinned, bouncing as she spoke, “I kno-w right? Earth’s so Earth’s so pr-etty! I’m happy I’ll get to see it with you.”

It was strange to think she’d ever intended to go alone. Or as alone as she ever could be. There were always bots around, especially on Earth. But just being around someone and being with someone was very different.

“We’re gonna have to be careful though. Earth can can be dange-rous, you could get hurt by the cold and my arm-or is a bit is a bit too th-ick for the heat. So we’ll need to find some area that works for both of us.” She smiled, “We’ll need to be extra cautio-us going to see those. Your cozy won’t cut it.”

She offered her hand for Toothless to climb.

Toothless nods and gives a few eager bounces in reply. If seeing-with makes Squeaker-friend happy, it makes the scraplet happy too.

It doesn’t think it’s ever seen ‘Earth’ before, but the bluegreenbrown of the planet tickles something at the back of the little creature’s processor, it can almost

[Memory sector: corrupted]

Toothless gives itself a little shake as Squeaker-friend mentions cold. Ick. Still, she has given it other things to protect it from coldstasis. When the mecha offers her servo, Toothless holds up a pincer - wait one moment - and scurries off to its little fabric den. There it tugs out one of the small chemical heat packs stored in case anything goes wrong with the ship’s thermostat. Holding the pack up with a cheerful chirp, it hurries back out and into Squeaker-friend’s palm.

#toothlessthescraplet #i swear #she'd panic if she ever sees a snowflakevanywhere near it #queued

The MiniBot tilted her helm as Toothless scampered off. It was excited, and she couldn't help but get excited as well. Although a little worried, especially once she saw what it was carrying: she really didn't want to disappoint it.

"...That won't cut it either." She cuddled the scraplet close, "That kind of cold is dangerous for a standard. But! Haven has some awesome windows and heat. We can watch them from here!"

It would be difficult to invent something that would keep it safe. She wouldn't be able to test it, and would never feel confident enough to rely on such a thing.

Healing Progress (Pt. 2)

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Squeaker very gently leaned back on Shoal. Not her full weight, not just yet, as she was still a little uncomfortable. The little MiniBot was just drained.

“Well she has a few mineral deficiencies from the damage to her spark casing so she’ll need those supplements twice a day, even after the sparkling is born. Other than that it shouldn’t take more than a couple Earth days. But nothing strenuous for a week.” Rivet replied before opening a silent comm to talk to Shoal directly, ::It’s not severe damage, once she trusts me a bit more we’ll go over fixing it. Just keep an optic for any sort of dizziness or odd behavior.::

Squeaker turned a bit to look up at Shoal, trying to hide a shudder. He wouldn’t pressure her to fix it, would he?

She knew she had to… Sometime. It was something she could only manage for so long, but she wasn’t ready just yet. She wasn’t brave enough, even if Shoal was there the whole time.

Shoal shifted his own position when she started to move, braced his stance so he could take her weight as needed - but she didn’t lean that hard. With the scraplet now out of his servo, the scout rested it gently on her shoulder armor; kept the pressure light enough that it hopefully wouldn’t feel restraining in any way.

::Will do,:: he commed back to the medic. ::Trust me, anything else strange and you’ll probably be getting a call! Well, or at least anything out of the norm for a carrying mecha.:: And since he had little clue what a normal carrying cycle might include, he had a lot of reading to do while Squeaker did her relaxing and recovering.

“So we work on those mineral deficiencies for the week, while you take it easy for a change,” he teased with a wink at Squeaker, “and then plot a course for Fizzy’s office and make that appointment for Toothless once we know how long the trip should take. Sound like a plan?”

#mantascout #cuddlefish #healing progress

::Oh I bet.:: Rivet commed back with a smile. He was sure he would be hearing from Shoal often: technical couple or not the scout seemed very protective of Squeaker. And it was good, every bot needed at least one other to fuss over them.

Unaware of the conversation, Squeaker put her hand over his, squeezing it just a little. It wasn't quite cuddling, but here wasn't the place for that.

Besides, they were finally going home sort of. The ship wasn't on Earth after all. But she could cling to the mech as much as she wanted to there.

At the teasing the MiniBot leaned her helm up to press it against his cheek. Her? Take it easy? She would need a lot more yarn.

"Sou-nds like a lik-e a plan."

@idalian-general

"Mhm!" Squeaker beamed, "much bigger, it's it's beautiful there though... At least I've heard it's bea-utiful there."

She had only seen pictures.

"I bet you will! The-re is a lot to is a lot to see, like snow or des-erts and even so-me historical sites!"

#idaliangeneral #queued post

Girls Day Out ~ Closed Starter

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Squeaker chuckled, a soft tint blossoming across her faceplate, “You get u-sed to get used to it aft-er a while.”

Being alone did get cold at times, but that was an issue even before she left Cybertron. It was almost less lonely on the ship, as if she was somehow connected with her bonded. Perhaps it was simply the excitement of being out amoung the stars, the desperate sort of hope she planned to chase all the way to Earth. Or just the way they’d always drempt of traveling after the war but that was so long ago it didn’t really count.

It did get eerie sometimes. The small noises that moved throughout the remodled cargo ship kept her up at night sometimes, and she never felt entirely alone.

But that was not here or now and this certainly not the time to consider all the creepy habits her ship had.

“So… May I ask w-hat kind of what kind of ship you lived on?” The MiniBot asked. She had calmed down, and brightened considerably, but the art of conversation had been one of the things that had rusted over during her time wandering Cybertron.

"Hm. I suppose after a certain time you do.“ Aspire stirred her drink and took a sip.

She had spent quite a while alone after her mate was deployed. And even longer when her sparkling was taken from her. She had been lucky enough to meet her best friend though, and they now traveled everywhere together. Aspire did wonder if Squeaker had any romantic relations, but those were questions for another time.

"Oh, well currently my main home is not on a ship. There is a neutral colony about two days flight from here that I call home. They have bases built on the planet rather than ships. However, I used to live on a small transport ship, after, certain events of my life happened. ”

#xxahelpinghandxx #long post #dont be sorry!

It had been an adjustment. She had been used to being on her own amid the hustle and bustle of Cybertron and had thought being in space all alone would not be much different.

But it was a different kind of alone. It was silent, but beautiful, and she had taken to listening in on open channels to cope with that endless abyss of current noise. She normally didn't have the spunk to respond to any of those conversations, especially when she couldn't tell what sort of bot she would be speaking to.

"Oh! That sou-nds that sounds nice." A safe, steady home was always a good thing. Especially away from the war. But 'certain events' made her tilt her hem in question.

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squeakersquawker

“That’s yours to to ke-ep.” Squeaker nodded as she spoke, “Ev-en if you even if you can’t get use-d to anything else you need to get used to or at least tolerant of of sca-nning. It’ll sa-ve from a lot of w-orry even after you’re eve-n after you’re hea-led.”

If his caution was due to his past all she could do was hope her words would ease his mind about the process– maybe even convince him to use the little device.

Because maybe she could make sure things went better for him, that he took care of himself rather than do the things she did. And maybe she was worrying too much; other than his fall he looked like he was doing fine. He most likely didn’t need her fussing over him but…

It was her nature.

She smiled a little at his comment, “Yes avoiding pain is generally a a go-od thing.”

But then the MiniBot fell silent, optics narrowed but unfocused. She had just the thing in mind! But couldn’t remember what, or where, it was. It was most likely stress, Buzzstrike had nearly given her a spark attack after all.

Squeaker’s entire body seemed to light up when he said he was looking forward to seeing her ship. “Yeah! It wou-ld be nice to nice to sh-ow it it to you.”

While the ship was rather sacred to her, as it had been a sort of therapy to restore something, she was proud of her handiwork.

Of all the things to be given for his own, Buzzstrike would never have expected a medical scanner. Still… “There have been times this would have come in very handy,” he admitted. “And probably will again. My brothers and I - can be a bit trouble-prone.”

(Don’t admit what the lot of you are capable of, not yet - maybe never, she seems a kind-sparked mecha but so very many can be tempted by power…)

He stuffed the unease that thought caused down deep and took another look at the scanner. A touch of an easily-identified power button brought it online; the small screen displayed clear and simple instructions for its use. It seemed straightforward enough.

“Might as well give it a try,” he murmured. Managing to grimace only a little when he opened his medical port, Buzz chose the proper cable, plugged the scanner in and followed the directions to start the cycle. The small device hummed for a klik or two then gave a quiet chime.

[Mild to moderate cable strain and protoform swelling,] it read. [Resolving. Self-repair systems satisfactory, predict full recovery in 7 - 10 solar cycles. Frame alignment within normal tolerance levels. Recommend: limited physical exertion, mineral supplements with fuel (list appended), pain blockers as needed on physician’s discretion.]

He gave a small ex-vent of relief and turned the screen for Squeaker to see. “There, read for yourself. Just a few more days of taking it easy.”

Something about the scanner’s phrasing tickled at the edge of his processor - but the not-quite-formed-yet thought vanished when he tried to focus on it. Oh well, if it was something important, it’d come back to him.

#miniconbadaxe #you really should have read that

Squeaker raised a brow ridge. It would be more than a little hypocritical if she said something about being more careful. So she simply grinned awkwardly, "I hope it does, but I hope you won't ne-ed it too often."

Her spark broke at the sight of his grimace, he must not know any other ways, and with that sort of reaction? She wanted to hug him.

"You don't have to you don't have to do it that way if it makes you uncomfo-rtable," she pulled one of her scanners out of subspace, "it kin-da scares m-e to do it to d-o it that way. All you have to do is press this b-utton here, wait for the be-am to come on, and a-nd scan." She demonstrated on her arm, "It tak-es a litt-le longer, b-ut it's a a lot les-s intrus-ive."

It took about a minute to complete, the resulting beep made the small bot jump.

"I can teac-h you how to do a how to do a a targeted scan too, if you w-ant."

She skimmed through the first few lines of the results, "I'm a little lo-w on a on a couple min-erals, that's what ma-de me dizzy. See?"

She held it out to him without reading the rest, or thinking.

"I've got a lot of yours in a in a medkit if you want to try taki-ng them. Lik-e you said, you'd be okay avoid-ing them if you don't mind resting for a while longer."

Healing Progress (Pt. 2)

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Squeaker stared at his arm for a moment. Well that answered that.

And she knew; if she was in Shoal’s or even Rivet’s place she wouldn’t let a patient in her condition get down just yet either. Not from that high. She hunched a little bit at Toothless’s chatter, feeling more than a little bit guilty for causing it to worry. She offered the smaller creature a small, shaky hug when it was done.

Rivet sighed in relief, when a patient brought friends or family things could go one of two ways. The other would either make his job harder, their own worry getting in the way of whatever needed done, or they would be like Shoal. Helpful, keeping the patient calm while Rivet did what he needed to do, and doing things that would make said patient panic if anyone else did them.

“A couple weeks. No more than a month or two to be on the safe side.” Fizzy replied. To be fair it could go for longer than that, but it was not ideal and could only make it harder to fix in the long run.

Thank the Primes, Squeaker didn’t try to argue the point about getting off the medical berth. Shoal didn’t let himself ex-vent aloud, but he did relax a fraction - and then a little more when she snuggled her scraplet to her. The little guy was surprisingly good at giving comfort.

He listened to the memory specialist’s recommendation, then turned back to Rivet. “And Doc how long should it take, with the proper supplements and self-care, for Squeaker to be stable enough to make the flight to your associate’s office?”

If the two time frames didn’t mesh, he could find out if he had any favors left to call in… or if he had to, outright pay for the use of a spacebridge to cut the travel time.

#mantascout #cuddlefish #dont freak #but keep an optic on her

Squeaker very gently leaned back on Shoal. Not her full weight, not just yet, as she was still a little uncomfortable. The little MiniBot was just drained.

"Well she has a few mineral deficiencies from the damage to her spark casing so she'll need those supplements twice a day, even after the sparkling is born. Other than that it shouldn't take more than a couple Earth days. But nothing strenuous for a week." Rivet replied before opening a silent comm to talk to Shoal directly, ::It's not severe damage, once she trusts me a bit more we'll go over fixing it. Just keep an optic for any sort of dizziness or odd behavior.::

Squeaker turned a bit to look up at Shoal, trying to hide a shudder. He wouldn't pressure her to fix it, would he?

She knew she had to... Sometime. It was something she could only manage for so long, but she wasn't ready just yet. She wasn't brave enough, even if Shoal was there the whole time.

"Squeaker! How are you?"

"Reviver! I'm good! How are you?" She offered the femme a hug.

Peep! Fear me!

Squeaker jumped, optics spiralling wide but only for a moment. “Ras!”The femme opened her arms for a hug.

There was the little, yet noticable bell sounds that emanated from the collar as the little beast hopped forward, peeping in joy before leaping into Squeaker’s arms.

Squeaker hugged him tightly. It had been far too long since they’d seen each other.

“So, what have you wha-t have you b-een up to? I’ve mis-sed you.”

The little beast was filled with joy. So much that Rasgah couldn’t handle himself and let his light green optics becomes watery before he quickly hid his face away in the femme’s arms. “I… I thought I would never see you again! I was so scared to be on my own!” He whined loudly.

Squeaker hugged him tighter.

“Oh.” Her spark dropped, now she wanted to cry too. “Primus! I’m not gon–na not gonna leav-e you again, okay? Do you wa-nna stay on my sta-y on my shi-p?”

She meant it too, she had plenty of space, and wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

“P-please!” He hiccuped as the little white beast rubbed his optics filled with water before his small frame softly rumbled, letting out a soft purr.

“I… I don’t want to be alone again.” Rasgah whined before he looked up at Squeaker.

“Mom is the only home where I can return to”

Squeaker’s optics started to water too. She shouldn’t have left, but she had to pay her respects to Fireflight. It wouldn’t have been safe for Ras to come along. It wasn’t exactly safe for her.

And there were still parts of her that she wanted to keep hidden- loosing a bonded and surviving was no small matter.

“Yo-u won’t won’t be.” The MiniBot held her arms open, “D-o you do you w ant me to carry you to the sh-ip?”

Oh, the white beast was so happy to see her again. His tail faintly wagged in happyness despite the crocodile tears he’s been shedding. “C-carry me? Hey, I was about to ask it first!” Rasgah giggled as his frame wriggled for a moment before leaping into Squeaker’s arms, then rubbing his helm against her frame with a content purr. “I’ll follow you everywhere you go without hesitation, mom.”

Squeaker giggled, shifting the predacon just a hair so she could carry him easier. Living beings were so much easier to carry than boxes or other large inanimate objects. (Or large compared to her at least)

There was no telling a box to hunker down so she could see after all. And boxes certainly did not purr so adorably.

“Even to to E-arth?” She asked, a brow ridge raised, it was her home, but that didn’t mean it had to be his as well.

The little white beast rumbled softly as his tail flickered in excitement and happyness. Oh he is trying so hard to not assault Squeaker with hugs and lovely rubs from his snout, Rasgah was so happy to be in her arms again.

“Earth? Wait-We will actually travel? That’s awesome mom! You’re the best!”

#idaliangeneral #sorry for the wait!#things got busy

Mhm! Everything is eve-rything is set now." Squeaker beamed, blushing brightly. "And yo-u're the best the b-est son I've ever had!"

She hugged him tighter with a giggle.

"Wh-ere do you want to where do you want to go first? Eart-h is a big pla-ce."

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Healing Progress (Pt. 2)

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Squeaker’s frame had almost stopped shaking and her spark was finally starting to calm down. While they were still in a medic’s office she was starting to feel like she could handle it– that she really could pull out of the tailspin it had sent her through. Shoal was here, which meant she wasn’t there and she was safe. But she was crossing a boundary. She let go of the blue mech’s plating with a quiet apology and picked up a blanket to fidget with instead, hoping he didn’t notice her armor heating up ever so slightly.

While she was finally back in control, she couldn’t calm herself down completely just yet; it didn’t take a specialist to know anything going wrong in the central processor was dangerous to leave alone. And she couldn’t bear the thought of losing yet another member of her mismatched family.

She shook her head, her voice still trembling a little as she spoke up, “To-Toothless, please don’t wait. Its best to ge-t its best to g-et things lik-e like th-at taken care of qu-ickly. I’m okay, I pr-omise. I’ll I’ll pr-ove it, see?”

With that she hunkered down and scooted to the edge of the bed, peering over it as she tried to calculate how to actually get down. It had been cranked up relatively high so Rivet could tend to her, and then even higher so Fizzy could see Toothless. She couldn’t jump, she knew she would only falter in her state. And that would only prove she wasn’t as okay as she said she was and make her friend even more determined to wait. “Um?”

She turned to look at Shoal hopefully; he could lift her down but he seemed to be siding with Toothless. Rivet could always lower the table and she could get down that way, so the MiniBot raised her optics to give the mech her most pleading look.

“No.” Rivet replied flatly. “Fizzy knows what she’s doing, if she thinks it can wait a bit it can,” His optics settled on Toothless as if he was trying to imprint his words into it’s very spark, “Just not for too long.”

Squeaker grabbing the blanket to keep her digits busy caused the scout mixed feelings: relief that she’d stopped unintentionally tickling him, but also a touch of sorrow. Did she think he minded her need for grounding, or comfort? Thought less of her for it? His spark ached for her.

When it looked like Squeaker planned to hop off the medical berth, Shoal put an arm out in front of her. Not touching, not yet - but definitely barring her way to the floor. He steeled himself against the pleading optics, and waited for Rivet to finish speaking. Then he offered his other hand, palm flat, for the scraplet to climb onto before lifting the little guy up closer to the MiniBot’s face.

While Toothless made its surprising array of ‘conversational’ noises at Squeaker, he raised an optic ridge at Rivet and the memory specialist. When the scraplet fell silent, he asked, “How soon would the two of you recommend we make Toothless’ appointment?”

The pair of medics should be able to find the best middle ground between letting Squeaker regain her strength, and keeping her pet’s processor from glitching.

#mantascout #cuddlefish #healing progress

Squeaker stared at his arm for a moment. Well that answered that.

And she knew; if she was in Shoal's or even Rivet's place she wouldn't let a patient in her condition get down just yet either. Not from that high. She hunched a little bit at Toothless's chatter, feeling more than a little bit guilty for causing it to worry. She offered the smaller creature a small, shaky hug when it was done.

"A couple weeks. No more than a month or two to be on the safe side." Fizzy replied. To be fair it could go for longer than that, but it was not ideal and could only make it harder to fix in the long run.

A Gentle Haunting

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Squeaker snuggled into his arms, turning her helm ever so slightly so she could hear the rhythmic sound of his spark’s pulse beneath his armor. He was warm, safe, and she would like nothing more than to cuddle up beside him under a blanket and watch… any of those really.

“Hm-mm. Which wou-ld you which wo-uld you prefer? Some mo-vies don’t w-ork o-n t-he system tho-ugh.” Just an old ship quirk. Even the best engineer couldn’t get all the kinks out of a new ship, and she wasn’t an engineer and her beloved spacecraft was certainly not new. It was totally mechanical.

Squeaker pulled away, just enough to lean up and give the mech a loving helm bump. “I ca-n get the can get t-he data pad if you wanna take a a lo-ok?”

Fireflight couldn’t help it. He had to make sure she was gonna be okay. The little red spark peered around the corner just long enough to check in, whisper an ‘Awww’ and zip back over to Toothless.

Shoal nuzzled the top of her helm with a soft hum, enjoying the closeness. "Maybe a slight preference for Ghibli this time, if your entertainment system will play them. If not, maybe I can figure out how to transfer them onto a medium it will play?”

If nothing else, he had two of his favorites in his own memory, for watching while out to sea, and could burn them to a data chip.

He answered the bump with a light smooch to her crest. “Grab your seasonings first - then yes, please get the data pad. I’ll bring the energon and meet you there?” He released her from the hug and turned to pick up the two drinking cubes.

#mantascout #cuddlefish #picky sparky #fireflights leaving now #most likely #maybe #nosy ghost

What was Ghibli? Fireflight paused, but just for a moment; he trusted Shoal. It was time for a nap anyways.

Squeaker blushed just a bit when the mech kissed her crest. She couldn't help it, he was charming. And aesthetically pleasing. And warm. And she was distracted. Seasonings. Yes those. She needed to give things a little spice after all.

But she was carrying. And the very scent of her favored additive made her want to purge. She popped open the bottle of her little one's favored additive and poured in a healthy, sweet dose. Then she picked up the data pad and trotted over to Shoal.

"Here, I probably have them on h-ave them on here." She activated it, closing out of the sappy romance novel she'd been reading, "I've got a lot of hu-man films on here."

Northern Lights

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Oh Primus that leg tapping was cute as frag! But she was polite. She was bigger than Toothless, and it would be impolite to gush over it. Just like it was impolite for a standard (without some sort of special permission) to say a MiniBot or Mini-Con was cute. She loved her friend, it was her family. And the last thing she wanted to do was offend her family.

Oh…OH!

“Yeah! I’ve go-t some I’ve got some in the Ea-rth file!” She spun around to access said file on the big screen, clicking in to the sub-folder labeled ‘sightseeing’ (which was as organized as it got). She finally got to the right section, and enlarged it so her tiny friend could see.

The scraplet wriggles in anticipation while Squeaker-friend opens files on the main cabin screen. Toothless wishes (not for the first time) that it could read, so it would know what the various files say; it only knows the one on the datapad holds pictures because she has shown it before.

Then these Northern Lights fill the screen, and Toothless’ optics widen. A soft “oooooo” escapes it on seeing the flowing swathes of color, as bright as the colors of warm-metals in its imaging mode.

(The white of the ground underneath doesn’t register in the scraplet’s processor. It hasn’t seen Earth snow, to make the connection to cold temperatures hazardous to a mechanical its size.)