Back from speaking with Telrim in the Nexus

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Starscream strides into the room that she's set aside for the young yeerk's use, her steps sharp and precise as she focuses on her anger instead of the PINpoint that she just gave to the human woman she'd hoped to protect.

"You!" she says coldly to the creature, all trace of her usual friendly demeanor missing. "Have you been in contact with your superiors?"

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Arrash stirs, coiling in on itself. There's a voice other than Starscream's there, but to Arrash it's more a series of distant vibrations than understandable speech.

"...What?" it squeaks, firing sonar bursts to get some idea of its location.

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"Can you understand me?" asks Starscream, tuning out her daughter's scolding as she scans the yeerk for damage. Several yards away a medical team is tending to one of the rookies who came out to fight as another rookie lays on the ground and looks mournfully up at the sky.

They'd been the academy's cocky trouble causers, this bunch. They wouldn't be causing trouble for a long while, now.

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There's no real harm done: the little invertebrate's systems are busy recovering from the experience. It helps that a number of Yeerk tissues have a remarkably fast capacity for regeneration.

"Yes." It turns itself and rears up a little, trying to make sense of the waves of sound around it. Damned gaseous environment. Why does it have to be so rarified? "Where are we?"

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"...You lost your optic scanner." Starscream roots around in her subspace till she finds it, then sets it carefully in place as she calls for a drone back at Arrash's quarters to send the exosuit.

Sunhalo catches the little device as it appears, then holds it as Starscream carefully sets the yeerk into it, understanding the need to get a distressed creature as comfortable as possible before going into details.

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Arrash is surprised to be placed back in the exosuit, but it doesn't waste time squirming into place. "That's better..." It flicks the sensors around as it takes control of them. "How long was I... disoriented?"

It doesn't like making mention of that little display of weakness, no sirree.