Dream and a planet. Oppy's house and a packing plant. Kitchi. 2

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warning! Scary stuff! Continued from here

aSwindle: //Yes, Oppy? You guys doing okay? Find Myrror?//

Oppy: *hides any thought of his surroundings from his brother* //We found her. And look what else I found.// *shows him Kitchi*

aSwindle: //Awwwww, a baby? Cuuuute...// *pause* //Yours?//

Oppy: *softly* //He says so.//

aSwindle: *will laugh at you over coms now, Oppy*

Oppy: *shows Bubby his surroundings and all the newbots they contain* //Myrror says Kitchi'll be a mimic at first, so we have to be careful what we say around him.//

aSwindle: *notices* .... //What exactly did you do? And Mimic?// ... //Gotta watch my language, then?//

Oppy: //We all do. And... I lost my cool for a minute.//

aSwindle: ... //It was that bad?//

Oppy: *gently* //You don't want to know.//

aSwindle: //...I'll trust your judgement on that//

Oppy: *love* //The people on this planet are probably going to be needing a source of cheap food, though. We just put an end to theirs.//

aSwindle: //... Ahhh.//

Oppy: //So you get dibs on arranging that.//

aSwindle: //Okay...// *wondering now Just What Happened. Not sure he Really Wants To Know*

Oppy: //Want me to find out what the best things to offer would be?//

aSwindle: //That would be nice.// *now going through the inventory*

Oppy: *listens to the police going from door to door and confiscating meat, and then listens deeply to find out what sort of food should be offered for sale here*

Columba: *will see if she can't take the baby*

Kitchi: *will go to you, Mommy!*

Columba: *cuddles baby under her chin* You're such a good boy.

Kitchi: *purrr*

Oppy: *listening, listening*

people: *are omivores, as most human types. Will be needing some type of protein to replace the Dalake-meat*

Oppy: *slight grin* //Bubby?//

aSwindle: //Yes Oppy?//

Oppy: //Bronto meat and dinochicken.// *things we raise*

aSwindle: //That's easy enough!//

Oppy: //Yup.// *shares his happiness at this*

aSwindle: //Will we be able to sell at a lower price than what they were getting?//

Oppy: //Let me check.// *scans the waves for this data* //We can sell a lot cheaper. With more selection.//

aSwindle: //That's great!//

Oppy: //Yup!// *glances down at a brawny cat man who just came to get statements from Myrror and Starsheen*

cat man: I'm Lt. Taylor Hawks. *looks at the bot that just pushed up close to him* Hi, do you have a statement?

newbot: I have eggs! ^^

Lt. Hawks: *startled. Questioning look to Myrror as the very tip of his tail twitches uncertainly*

Myrror: *will explain what she knows. Will also have to stop and quell her anger as it attempts to rise again*

Lt. Hawks: *recording her words. Soft meep as tiny dragon teefs chomp his tail, but he doesn't look away from his work*

Myrror: *will snuggle Starsheen as she gives her statement*

Lt. Hawks: *sadly* They were... the babies? *looks at the one sitting behind him, who chose to sit with Mom instead of go in incubator*

Myrror: *quells anger again* ...Yes.

Lt. Hawks: Please excuse me for a moment. *gently takes dragon baby off his tail and heads out of the room. A vehement urk sound follows*

Oppy: *sympathy wince*

Myrror: *shakes herself, and pets Starsheen's mane, as her eyes were starting to well up with tears*

Lt. Hawks: *comes back, his tail curled with embarrassment* *quietly* I have hugs, if anyone wants one.

Starsheen: *whimpers*

Lt. Hawks: *hugs!*

dragon baby: *snuggaMom*

Starsheen: *accept the hugs*

Lt. Hawks: *quietly* I just need to talk to the kids who are old enough to talk, now.

Processing-bot: *tells what it knows, if not entirely coherently. The dragonlings were killed pretty much right out of the egg* *except for that one... lady colored one. That one was taken away alive*

Oppy: What? *looks over from watching Columba and Kitchi*

Processing-bot: *repeats*

Myrror: *eyes go wide* Thought I saw... silver in office. Didn't get a good look... was knocked out right after.

Oppy: *listens!* They found him.

young JD cop: *just found the malnourished little one chained in the office* Ohhh. Easy. You're safe now.

silver hatchling: *whimpering and afraid* *also, his scales sluff off easily due to his condition*

cop: *soothing and gentle as he pulls a container of nutrient pudding out of his pocket and hunkers down to offer the good-smelling stuff and a comforting arm* Can I help you?

silver hatchling: O.O *Snout in container! SOOO HUNGRY*

cop: *gentle touches and words as he records everything and removes the chain*

silver hatchling: *can speak, but wasn't really taught how. Can't remember anything other than office. Says name is Thing*

cop: No. I think you're more like Something.

silver hatchling: Something?

cop: *gently* Yeah. Something important. You want to meet a really pretty lady?

Something: Meet lady? Like one that smelled like me?

cop: She's your mom.

Something: Momma?

cop: Here. Come with me. *stands and turns toward the door*

Something: *follows*

cop: *over to where Lt Hawks is leaning against Starsheen and purring* See, Something? Here she is.

Something: *blink* Momma?

Starsheen and Myrror: *look over*

cop: *slight grin* This is Something.

Starsheen: Something...?

Myrror: *notes the age of the hatchling* ...Just how long were you here?

Starsheen: ...Can't remember.

Oppy: *sadly thinking of other babies that are gone*

Something: *will hug Myrror now* Momma!

Myrror: No, no... Gramma. *huggle*

cop: Oh, you were the lady he was talking about?

Something: Yes *snuggle* ...Gramma

cop: Ohhh. Sorry. I didn't realize. *looks at Lt. Hawks*

Lt. Hawks: *reassuring grin as he continues to purr*

Lt. Hawks: *gently, to Myrror and Starsheen* Do you have a way to get home?

Myrror: *looks at Optimus* We do...

Oppy: *nods as he accepts his new son back* I can take care of that. *looks down at Kitchi* Are you being a pass around baby?

Kitchi: Bweee!

Oppy: *kisses the little guy on the head* Would you like a blankie?

Kitchi: *headtilt*

Columba: *starts pulling blankets out of Oppy's subspace and offering them*

Kitchi: ...Mree?

Oppy: *takes purple blanket and sees if baby would like to be wrapped in it*

Kitchi: Purrr

Oppy: You're a good boy. *cuddles*

Columba: *gives blankies and then looks at Myrror* *gently* Are you ready to go?

Myrror: Yes... *leans on Starsheen*

Columba: Everyone hold limbs. *gently pushes an incubator closer*

Myrror and Starsheen: *cuddle the little ones*

Oppy: *hears surprised laughter from the other room* Hold on. *goes to look*

Major Johnson: *hand in front of his eyes as he stands with the plant owner in the other hand and laughs gently* No, you can turn your eyes off now. Don't make me dizzy.

suppression bot: o_0? *dizzy?*

Oppy: *gentle hand on the newbot* JDs are wired a little differently than some other people. You want to come home with me? Or do you want to stay with somebody else?

Suppressor: *decides he likes the Major*

Oppy: *laughs softly* Major, you're a father.

Major Johnson: *drops his hand and looks at Oppy with questioning surprise*

Oppy: Suppressor likes you and wants to keep you.

Major Johnson: *face lights up with wonder as he looks at the newbot* You want to stay with me?

Suppressor: *hug a Major Leg*

Major Johnson: *carefully stoops to scoop the newbot up with his free arm* Dad's first grandkid. This is great!

Supressor: *is a happy newbot*

Oppy: *grins at the cute, but then sobers and goes to hunker next to the other dragons* We're bringing Myrror and Starsheen home now. Would any of you like to go along, or have a ride somewhere else?

Hali'vree: We need to return to Dyrmyst... but Ruja'nob invited us to her realm to recuperate first.

Oppy: Okay. *offers arms* I'll bring you to the other room.

Dalake: *gather around*

Oppy: *picks up as many as he can in this go, and watches one big bot baby pick up some of the rest* Alright, I'll be right...

cop: *scoots in from the other room and hunkers down by the remaining Dalake* I can carry the rest of you, friends.

rest of Dalake: *nod*

cop: *lifts them gently and follows Oppy*

Oppy: *brings his load in and gently sets them down by Myrror and her family, then moves aside*

Starsheen: *offers a wing*

cop: *sets down his load and then steps back without noticing the tiny phone that's clinging to his back* *gravely* Go in peace, friends.

Myrror: Thank you...

Lt. Hawks: *gives her a last hug. He can't help it, he's a cat*

Myrror: *smiles*

Lt. Hawks: *fur poof as something little and spidery comes down on his head* ...Whose kid is this?

Starsheen: Looks... like... yours. ^^;

Lt. Hawks: Really? Is everyone accounted for, then?

Oppy: *nods* They're where they want to be right now. *hand on Starsheen's wing*

Lt. Hawks: Okay. *steps out of the way the rest*

Starsheen and Myrror: *cling to the family*

Oppy and Columba: *bring them to a quiet spot in the Dream*

Oppy: *calls Horrid and gives location*

Horrid: *is THERE, with kittens* Auntie Myrror! *noodle dragon hug!*

Oppy: This subspace house is yours as long as you need it. *looks around at the large but comforting common room of the house*

Starsheen: *is blinkie blinkie at Horrid* ...Auntie?

Horrid: Hiiiii! *noodle dragon hug her!* I'm Horrid!

Starsheen: ...I'm Starsheen.

Horrid: *blink Blink* Wait... the Starsheen? I thought you...

Starsheen: Mom told me... but who are you?

Horrid: I'm one of Dark's grandkids!

Starsheen: ... o.O ...

Oppy: *meanwhile, is getting more food than cake*

Myrror: *is gonna try and shift to at least half-dragon, to sluff off some of her silver scales*

Oppy: *senses the attempt and treats it like a wish*

Myrror: *shifts. Manages to get a handful of scales easily. Perhaps too easily--Myrror is weaker than she thought, and the shedding of scales shows it*

Silver: *appears and offers Crazy Glue*

Oppy: *comes in with a big load of blocks shaped like large bricks*

Myrror: *small smile for the tiny fae, then gathers up the scales to hand to Optimus*

Oppy: *looks over from where he's stacking the blocks on the floor* What's this for?

Myrror: Payment... for food.

Oppy: Ohhh. *slight grin* It's paid for.

Horrid: *will now catch a flopping Myrror* ...How long were you there?

Myrror: Can't... remember. *everything's catching up to her, though.*

Oppy: *frowns and hurries to get the soft beanbag mattresses. Also calls ShadowWraithe, since Zoe's busy and Columba's now busy*

Silver: *trying to help with so much lovebomb!*

Shadowwraithe: *will come and help!*

other Dalake: *looking a bit weak as well.*

Silver: *love bombs them too!*

Oppy: *to Shadowwraithe* I've given them wish meals, but they probably don't know how to use them. Silver's trying to love them all better, but they really need these. *offers her an armload of the mattresses*

Shadowwraithe: *nods, and quietly goes about setting up the mattresses, getting the Dalake comfortable, and showing them how to use the meals, all while offering comforting words*

Silver: *takes one of the bricks, then looks up at Myrror on Myrror's bed* Whadda wanna eats?

Myrror: Something... easy.

Silver: ...Doodles?

Myrror: What... are doodles?

Silver: *shows that to her the word can mean ramen, or it can mean cheese snacks*

Myrror: Noodles.

Silver: *opens the brick to show spicy shrimp ramen! And eating tweezers* :D?

Myrror: *frowns at the tweezers as she tries to use them*

Silver: -Not easy?-

Myrror: -Not at all.-

Silver: Ohhhh. Poke?

Myrror: -Would work better-

Silver: *zips away, and then comes back with a nice fork... with a kitty face on the handle*

Myrror: *chuckles, takes and uses*

fork: *changes colour in warm broth*

Silver: *scoots over to check on Starsheen*

Starsheen: *is asleep. She was given more food than the others, if only due to the eggs she was providing. Not much, though--she'll be hungry once she awakens from her much needed true sleep*


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