Transformers-'verse, Nellis AFB, investigating

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When she stepped off of the Cessna and walked out onto the flight line at Nellis AFB, Vanessa Raymond didn't know what to expect.

She'd dealt with the military before - as an aide to the Secretary of Defense, such dealings were an inevitability. However, when one threw giant alien robots into the mix, things got decidedly weird.

She wondered if her training in forensics was going to come in handy at all here. She was used to blood spatters and DNA samples, dead bodies and mysterious causes of death. All she had in this case was one human victim who had already been buried (cause of death? bullet wound from standard M-24 US army-issue sniper rifle), and a mechanical victim who... well, she hadn't exactly figured that out quite yet.

The plane's engines shift from idling to silence and it's only then that Vanessa heard the rumbling of another engine.

This was from a very large, very good-looking Peterbilt big-rig, with a custom paint job that was almost comical. She grabbed her luggage and strode purposefully over to it.

"Afternoon," she said, standing below its driver-side door with a grin. "Mr. Peters."

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Jeimu - who had been hanging in the background for most of the discussion - comes around and looks at Endeavour, whose face has taken on a pinched look. Clearly the shuttle doesn't want to talk about it.

She sighs. "I can tell you the aftermath," she said quietly.

Vanessa nods, and Jeimu launches into a very academic discourse on what had happened, the nature of the repairs they had had to make, and finished with an explanation as to why the repairs weren't top notch.

"It's like binding carbon to carbon. It'll stick for awhile, but then it'll just slide apart." A small grin. "That's what we were fixing up before we came and got you."

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"I saw the rest," says a voice from the door. "But I don't want to talk about it in front of Honey. Prime and I were both there."

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Vanessa sits back and reaches for the tape recorder, intent on turning it off.

"Whenever you'd like to talk, let me know." She rises from the camp chair.

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"Now's okay. Just lemme give her to her dad." The small yellow mech walks in and reaches for the sparkling, who beeps at her sadly and clings. "Shhh, Mama's got you. Let's go see Daddy and Rap and Uncle Sam."

Honey perks at that and twinkles a bye bye to Ratchet and Endeavour.

Bee rubs her back again and carries her out of the room.

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"Okay." Vanessa opens up her legal pad again and shifts to become more comfortable, waiting for Bee to return.

Then she blinks. "Wait... she's Honey's mother?"

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"And Rap's." Ratchet watches Optimus duck into the room and lean against the wall. "And wife to the guy at the computer out there."

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Vanessa shakes her head as though dazed. "She seems so young, is all."

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"She is," rumbles Optimus quietly. "Though being a soldier has aged her beyond her... years."

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Vanessa nods. "'Course."