Armada-'verse. Cyberton. Wishes in the night.

[random_xtras]

Nightwish blinks as she comes back online, and then quirks a slight grin as she realizes that she's laying on the floor in her quarters, in her favorite place partially underneath her berth. -I made it home. Bonus.-

Then she lifts her head to looks at the tiny being sheltered in the curve of her body, one long finger tracing gently along his helm as she remembers how many times she'd had to rescue him from walking over the edge of the bar the night before. "Hey, 'Clash are you awake yet?"

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Re: [Timeskip: a few hours later...]

[backupbots.livejournal.com]

He answers promptly, still gazing at the screen. //Thunderclash here.//

Re: [Timeskip: a few hours later...]

[random_xtras]

//Your girlfriend's dead,// says a gruff con voice disinterestedly.

Re: [Timeskip: a few hours later...]

[backupbots.livejournal.com]

//My what- what?// He's out of his chair without knowing it. //Where, when, how? I want details, here!//

Re: [Timeskip: a few hours later...]

[random_xtras]

//The east sixth reactor went into meltdown. She got everyone away from the core and then went in to shut it off.//

Re: [Timeskip: a few hours later...]

[backupbots.livejournal.com]

He's out of the door and flipping into jet mode, opening other private channels as he goes. //And? Who's there now?//

Re: [Timeskip: a few hours later...]

[random_xtras]

//The decon and clean up units. And a few security guys like me.//

Re: [Timeskip: a few hours later...]

[backupbots.livejournal.com]

He curses to himself, outside the channel. //You can let your friends know it'll be worth their while if they recover her.//