Doohickey stands in the hangar, sliding back a panel on her left arm.
“Okay, recall function 1.2, test 1, starts now.”
She fiddles with a holographic display, and her combat armor sprints out of the workshop, it’s pounding footsteps echoing through the halls.
OOC: OK, I may be active this time. What happened while I was gone? I also want to know where Ironclad and Anchoria are. Maybe Gladius too.
OOC: Anchoria’s rounding up some new crew members, and the Knights wandering around Auger.
OOC: So she isn’t in Auger?
IC: Mordo was wandering around, searching for the Knights and trying not to find Anchoria. That would be a little embarrassing.
Mordo found Ironclad and Gladius as they were finishing their discussion.
All of a sudden, Doohickey’s combat armor barreled down the hallway in a dead sprint. The Knights leapt to the side of the hallway.
Mordo heard the noise. He followed the Knights.
“What was that?”
The suit ran into a wall and slid into an empty room. A few minutes later, Doohickey drove up. She transforms.
“Did any of you do that?” She asks as she points to the suit lying prone.
“Oh hey!It’s you!”
Then he moved his head closer to Ironclad and whispered:
“Who is she? What is she doing on Auger?”
“That’s Doohickey, a former Autobot,” Ironclad explains.
“No, the suit did that itself,” Gladius says to the Minicon.
“Ah. Guess recall still has some bugs.”
“You didn’t say what she is doing here.”
He whispered again.
“She’s part of the team,” Ironclad elaborates.
Doohickey walks into the empty room and crawls into her suit. She walks out.
“And you’re Mordo, I’ll guess,” Doohickey says.
“She is?! Since when?”
Then he turned quickly to Doohickey.
“Yes! Nice to meet you… Ughm… Donkeykey!”
And he raised his hand.
Doohickey winces at the butchering of her name. “It’s Doohickey. I’m here because me and Bob helped break out Dynamo and Fury.”
“Speaking of Thingamabob, where is he?” Ironclad asks. The two ex-Autobots were together most of the time.
“We aren’t joined at the hip, you know,” Doohickey says. “He’s out and about.”
“I’m sorry but your name is soo complicated. Mind if I call you Daisy? Is way more easier.”
“What’s a daisy?” Doohickey asks.
“I don’t know. I just invented the name right now.”
“Please, just call me Doohickey,” she requests.
“Fine… Dookinck… Doochin… Dookcing… DooDaisy! Done!”
He turned to the others.
“Cool! Now, what is on the activities list?”
Doohickey rolls her eyes. “Alright, I’ve gotta get back to the workshop now. See you guys around.”
As she walks off, Ironclad looks at Mordo.
“Nothing until Anchoria gets back,” he says.
“Anchoria… Where is she?”