Test run for yeerk drone vehicles: one

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Starscream's moving as soon as her feet hit the floor of her lab, weaving briskly in and out among the stations where her assistants and drones are working.

"This way," she tells the human host who's following her with the bucket containing his squad mates. "Through this door."

Silence falls over them as they enter her private sanctum, which is currently dominated by three tables in the middle of the room. On each of those tables is what looks like a body covered from the chest down with a sheet. One of them is a dead ringer for a certain human woman named Natasha Stanton. Another is a fair haired male, and the third is a dark skinned male with strong features.

"Set the bucket here." She turns to look at him, her expression saying that she expects to be obeyed.

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"No, you're grunts who are willing to do nearly anything to climb in the ranks so long as it doesn't involve too much harm to yourselves." She subspaces the scanner and picks up a drinking tube, putting one end into the bucket and the other to the mouth of the shell that Five resides in and then remotely triggering the shell's drinking reflex. Five finds itself bathed in just enough pool water to give it a snack, so to speak.

As she works she activates a private com channel to Dallesh. //If you agree to obey me and behave yourself in a respectful and trustworthy manner I'll give you motor control... and perhaps some simple specs.//

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Three glances at Starscream, but doesn't speak. Correcting his superiors on trivial things is always more trouble than it's worth. As for Five, whatever comeback it might have pieced together is lost in a startled jerk as it feels the wash of Kandrona-rich water around it.

Dallesh starts and eyes the... 'Transformer'. It replies hesitantly, learning its way around the com unit like a new limb. //Agreed. You have my obedience... Starscream.//

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"Congratulations, Five...." She arches one slender brow. "You just succeeded in triggering the waste control."

In other words, she just peed her pants.

Shaking her head, she gives a remote order to one of her drones, and then pulls a tool out of subspace and sets to work on Dallesh, who will gradually feel feedback from the rest of the body.

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Five curses to itself in Yeerkish ultrasonic squeaks, too faint for it to expect anyone else to hear. "How long are you going to keep us here?"

Dallesh's eyes widen slightly as it feels her begin to keep her end of the agreement, and it begins testing the host body as more opens to it.