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old_random_xtras) wrote2007-11-07 05:13 pm
old_random_xtras) wrote2007-11-07 05:13 pm
Old McCrennin
McCrennin: *looking around as she gets off the chopper, and not paying attention to either the rotor wind blowing her hair all over her face or the chill of the air. She's too busy taking in the futuristic city all around the roof mounted helipad*
Joe: *crawls over, cooing and purring as he inspects the new creature and envelopes her foot, just a basketball sized pile of mottled brown fur that is pondering seeing if he can make it up her leg*
McCrennin: *looks down at the pressure on her hiking boot and goes wide-eyed a split instant before she screams. She has worked with alien life for most of her own life; is normally nearly unflappable. But she's never seen anything like this*
Joe: *meeps and flails*
Smitty: *lumbers up, causing the ground under her feet to shudder as he races forward, then grabs Joe and pulls him away* Sorry, miss! I mean, ma'am!
Pilot: *flinches at the scream, then looks over and sighs, muttering to himself as he sets her two pullman suitcases down on the ground* One of these days there'll be one who doesn't scream at the sight of the ball of fur.
McCrennin: *gasps a little as the Transformer grabs the furry thing, then frowns slightly* Chief Engineer Smitty?
Smitty: *grins* Ayeaye. *salutes* You're the new Doc, right? This's Joe. He's a tribble. Don't worry, he don't bite or nuthin', he's just big.
Joe: *coos*
McCrennin: *remembers what she's read about the young cybernetic, and feels she might understand just what 'extremely eccentric' means* A tribble. I don't remember clearance for tribbles in the books. *she doesn't remember reading anything about tribbles being anything more than an interesting note in an otherwise boring old science fiction show*
Smitty: *grins and sticks Joe inside his chestplate, tickled a little as the fluff attached himself to the sparkchamber, then shrugs* Clearance is for sissies. Besides, if we had to clear everything that shot outta the Nexus... Hah! Those cleanerbots would fry themselves. *turns and picks up a large and rather horrible looking pile of junk that's been welded together.* Wanna come with? I just gotta install this and then I can show ya your quarters. Those're shiny, just like you organics seem t' like 'em.
McCrennin: *stern* Clearance is for the safety of the planet. If that thing's anything like the tribbles on 'Star Trek' it could cause an ecological disaster. *thanks the pilot as he leaves her suitcases by her*
Pilot: *shakes his head and gets in, starting the chopper up*
Smitty: *stares at her for a long time, then huffs* He's not a breeder.
McCrennin: *doesn't look around as the rotor wind once more whips her hair across her face* It's my understanding that all tribbles are mostly reproductive organs wrapped in fur.
Smitty: Not Joe. He's different. He was made to be different. He don't make babies and he's indestructible. That makes him the only real mantribble. *nods, then winces as Arcee sends a slightly panicked and very annoyed order into his comm* Uh.... big boss is commin'.
McCrennin: *eccentric isn't the word for this guy....* Big boss? *images of an unexpected visit with Optimus Prime flash in front of her mind's eye and she screws her face up a little*
Smitty: Bigger. Snarkier, too. See ya. *hurries and leaps off the side of the building, fleeing the scene just as Arcee appears, having shot over as soon as she realized who'd met the doctor. She watches him run, then sighs and turns.*
Cee: *offers her hand* Doctor. I'm Arcee. I was supposed to be the one to meet you. I apologize for that.
McCrennin: *takes the hand and shakes it, her grasp warm but firm* Bigger and snarkier?
Cee: *sighs* He's weird. But yes, he calls me the 'Big Boss'. Don't believe it, I just hold down the fort when I have to. *straightens herself and then scoops up the bags* Shall I show you to your quarters?
McCrennin: *blinks and looks at where the suitcases had been, then nods* Thanks. So... what was he comparing you to?
Cee: Optimus Prime. Or rather, his poster of Optimus Prime. He met Prime once, but Fearless was tired and pretty laid back, so Smitty got it into his head I'm a much crueler boss. *pauses* Not... that I didn't dissuade him, of course. He's still a sparkling in a lot of ways, sometimes you have to be firm with him.
McCrennin: He's what, three years old? I understand that your people take some time to mature. *blinks as something very small suddenly peeks at her from between the pink fembot's armor plates*
Joe: *crawls over, cooing and purring as he inspects the new creature and envelopes her foot, just a basketball sized pile of mottled brown fur that is pondering seeing if he can make it up her leg*
McCrennin: *looks down at the pressure on her hiking boot and goes wide-eyed a split instant before she screams. She has worked with alien life for most of her own life; is normally nearly unflappable. But she's never seen anything like this*
Joe: *meeps and flails*
Smitty: *lumbers up, causing the ground under her feet to shudder as he races forward, then grabs Joe and pulls him away* Sorry, miss! I mean, ma'am!
Pilot: *flinches at the scream, then looks over and sighs, muttering to himself as he sets her two pullman suitcases down on the ground* One of these days there'll be one who doesn't scream at the sight of the ball of fur.
McCrennin: *gasps a little as the Transformer grabs the furry thing, then frowns slightly* Chief Engineer Smitty?
Smitty: *grins* Ayeaye. *salutes* You're the new Doc, right? This's Joe. He's a tribble. Don't worry, he don't bite or nuthin', he's just big.
Joe: *coos*
McCrennin: *remembers what she's read about the young cybernetic, and feels she might understand just what 'extremely eccentric' means* A tribble. I don't remember clearance for tribbles in the books. *she doesn't remember reading anything about tribbles being anything more than an interesting note in an otherwise boring old science fiction show*
Smitty: *grins and sticks Joe inside his chestplate, tickled a little as the fluff attached himself to the sparkchamber, then shrugs* Clearance is for sissies. Besides, if we had to clear everything that shot outta the Nexus... Hah! Those cleanerbots would fry themselves. *turns and picks up a large and rather horrible looking pile of junk that's been welded together.* Wanna come with? I just gotta install this and then I can show ya your quarters. Those're shiny, just like you organics seem t' like 'em.
McCrennin: *stern* Clearance is for the safety of the planet. If that thing's anything like the tribbles on 'Star Trek' it could cause an ecological disaster. *thanks the pilot as he leaves her suitcases by her*
Pilot: *shakes his head and gets in, starting the chopper up*
Smitty: *stares at her for a long time, then huffs* He's not a breeder.
McCrennin: *doesn't look around as the rotor wind once more whips her hair across her face* It's my understanding that all tribbles are mostly reproductive organs wrapped in fur.
Smitty: Not Joe. He's different. He was made to be different. He don't make babies and he's indestructible. That makes him the only real mantribble. *nods, then winces as Arcee sends a slightly panicked and very annoyed order into his comm* Uh.... big boss is commin'.
McCrennin: *eccentric isn't the word for this guy....* Big boss? *images of an unexpected visit with Optimus Prime flash in front of her mind's eye and she screws her face up a little*
Smitty: Bigger. Snarkier, too. See ya. *hurries and leaps off the side of the building, fleeing the scene just as Arcee appears, having shot over as soon as she realized who'd met the doctor. She watches him run, then sighs and turns.*
Cee: *offers her hand* Doctor. I'm Arcee. I was supposed to be the one to meet you. I apologize for that.
McCrennin: *takes the hand and shakes it, her grasp warm but firm* Bigger and snarkier?
Cee: *sighs* He's weird. But yes, he calls me the 'Big Boss'. Don't believe it, I just hold down the fort when I have to. *straightens herself and then scoops up the bags* Shall I show you to your quarters?
McCrennin: *blinks and looks at where the suitcases had been, then nods* Thanks. So... what was he comparing you to?
Cee: Optimus Prime. Or rather, his poster of Optimus Prime. He met Prime once, but Fearless was tired and pretty laid back, so Smitty got it into his head I'm a much crueler boss. *pauses* Not... that I didn't dissuade him, of course. He's still a sparkling in a lot of ways, sometimes you have to be firm with him.
McCrennin: He's what, three years old? I understand that your people take some time to mature. *blinks as something very small suddenly peeks at her from between the pink fembot's armor plates*