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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[in-the-cracks.livejournal.com]

Dallesh hesitates before responding. //Why shouldn't it know?//

Five's face settles into a schooled expression. Having been in the bucket with the extra, she knows very well what - who - Starscream is talking about. The term 'build sibling' takes a second to process, but she understands. "Yes. Obviously he panicked when the alarm went."

[screamsofstars.livejournal.com]

//Ah, if you're not worried about it taking the credit.// There's the sound of a shrug in her voice.

Starscream gives a soft snort of laughter. "Well, at least he didn't miss anyone that he was supposed to pick up. Do you feel any shakiness to your balancers?"

[in-the-cracks.livejournal.com]

//It's not a scientist, it couldn't...// Dallesh manages to make the trail-off sound natural, though in fact it's just realised that it's giving away more information.

"He was given a big enough net." Five shifts its weight thoughtfully. "No. As tailless bipeds go, it's quite stable."