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RL with Mikaela: the 'Tieria's a Dick' club

Nena was sat at the table, chin in her hands, staring at the cake.

He must have snuck in last night somehow and left it there. It didn't seem like the kind of thing someone who would pull a dick move like leaving right on your birthday would do. And plus, she was pretty sure he didn't even like her.

It was pink, and had pink writing, and some kind of sparkling sprinkles on it. It was exactly the sort of cake Nena would have wanted, if she'd gotten one herself. It even had strawberry ice cream in.

But he didn't even like her.

And so she sat there, confused and upset and angry, glaring at the cake as if she was going to set it on fire with her eyes.

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"I know, right?" Robotics wasn't a particular expertise of hers, but she pointed out a few parts she could identify on sight. "I don't know exactly how the antigravity works, but I got it to turn on anyway! I probably could have asked Cross or someone to do it with magic, like my boyfriend does" she added, "but that's practically cheating, isn't it?" She nodded firmly as she snapped the cover back in place and turned him back over. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"Magic is totally cheating," Mikaela agreed. "If you can't do it with your own two hands, it doesn't count." She took one last look--not that it meant much, since she had no idea what most of the stuff in there was. She stepped back when Nena closed him up beaming. "Very cool. I dunno if I coulda figured out how to make the antigrav thingy work."

"Probably not!" she said happily. "It takes a lot of special skill, you know?" All in all, modesty had never been her strong suit.

She patted Haro, although she hadn't turned him back on yet. "He's a total pain sometimes, but he's good to have."

Mikaela snickered. "Oh, yeah, definitely," she said. "And I'm better with, like. Big stuff. Engines and transmissions and things, not little electronics like that."

She stepped back to the table, leaning against it and bracing her hands against the edge. "What, like, can he do, anyway?"

"Hmmm..." she said, considering how much she could get away with telling without Tieria coming down on her like-- but he wasn't here any more, was he? Some part of her still had to admit that some secrecy was probably a good thing, even if she wanted to tell Mikaela everything just because she knew it would piss him off. "Well, he helped me pilot-- he could take over piloting when I needed to aim, he helped regulate some other stuff, too! It's pretty technical," she said, waving a hand vaguely, mainly because she didn't feel like explaining GN particles. "All sorts of communications and hacking, we can do that, too! The TARDIS totally fried him once."

"Whoa," Mikaela breathed, looking suitably awestruck at the descriptions. She looked down at Haro with new respect on her face; she'd had no idea the little 'bot could do so much. "Oh man, that sounds really complicated," she admitted with a laugh. "Technical stuff like that goes over my head half the time."

She laughed again at that last. "Oh man, did she? On purpose, or was it an accident?"

"By accident! I thought he could take the data, but it fried his storage." She frowned down at him. "I should have routed it through something else, his memory's kinda shot anyway." She looked down, hiding her face for a moment, and he powered back up; he didn't fly away, but sat on her lap flapping his ears.

She paused. "Hey, you know, if you wanted to see that security cam footage, I could show you. Use him to put it on the TV, sort of thing."

"Aww," Mikaela said with a frown. "Poor guy. He's okay, though, right?" He seemed okay, but she'd never met this Haro before now, so how would she know?

"Oh, man, could you?" she asked, looking up quickly from the reactivated Haro to Nena. She nodded quickly, her expression going determined. "I'd really like that, I don't think the army dudes would show it to me, even if I asked nice."

"He's as messed up as he normally is!" she said cheerfully, standing up. "I just needed to shut him off for a bit."

She motioned for Mikaela to followed her and walked down the hallway towards the living room, kneeling down to turn on the television. She kept her back turned; Haro wasn't doing anything at all, as a matter of fact, but he was a convenient excuse, and a much better explanation than 'I can make the TV do what I want with my brainwaves". "Just give me a second..."

Mikaela couldn't help but giggle. "Well, that's good!" she chirped, then followed Nena into the living room. "Okay," she said with a nod, looking around while (she thought) Nena was setting Haro up to broadcast through the TV. It was kind of weird to be in this house and know that a couple months ago it would've been A Teacher's House, but she wasn't in school anymore. Plus, Cross didn't even seem to be around right now; there was no reason to feel odd.

Finally, she flopped down on the couch, crossing her legs and watching Nena's turned back curiously.

It took a couple minutes, and a bit of fiddling with the settings on the television, but she managed to patch back in to the security network. She flicked through the cameras until she came to the one on Tieria's room; she rewinded the footage and stopped it when he appeared on screen.

"See... he's just sitting there, and then--" she let it play again-- "now he's gone! One frame to the next! The timestamp doesn't change or anything..." She sat back on her heels with a frustrated sigh.

Mikaela leaned forward, watching the footage intently. Her lips pursed in a frown, brows drawing. "Shit," she murmured, sitting back on the couch and crossing her arms over her chest. "Like he just disappeared... Poofed outta there, or something." She'd never seen anything like it.

"It's the same with Nadleeh, too," she grumped. "And it just doesn't work like that! Even if you turn the cloaking on, it takes a couple of seconds to kick in! And it's not like Tieria has magic powers or something, you know?"

Mikaela frowned, tapping the fingers of one hand against her arm thoughtfully. "No, as far as I know, he doesn't," she muttered, though she wasn't willing to discount that he'd been keeping secrets from her, especially not right now.

"Maybe he had help...?" she mused. "I mean, he might not be magic, but there's plenty of people on the comm who are."

"I know more about him than you, and trust me, he doesn't," she said, nodding firmly. "And other people..." She stood up and turned around as the television went black, looking thoughtful and still holding Haro in her arms. "I dunno, I didn't think he knew anyone who could do something like that, and he definitely wouldn't trust that to anyone he didn't know!"

"Yeah..." Mikaela said with a nod, acknowledging that it was probably true. Despite how long Tieria'd been living with her, she still didn't really know much more about him than when he'd first moved in. If Nena said he wasn't magic, he wasn't magic.

She shrugged. "Maybe he was that desperate?" she suggested. It made her frown, though--he couldn't be desperate to get away from here, from her, could he? No, that couldn't be it. "Or maybe he has friends we didn't know about, or something..."

She scowled, resting her chin on Haro. "It's not fair! He never told me anything. He was always talking about-- about keeping things secret and protecting us, so I thought if he went back--" she clamped her mouth shut, not willing to say that she'd thought they'd go together.

"That you guys would all go together?" Mikaela finished softly. "What would be the, like, point of all the secrecy, right...?"

She nodded. "If he wasn't going to bring us back with him, why didn't he just off us?"

That made her scowl. "I don't think he's that ruthless." she hoped.

"It makes sense, right?" she said, looking at her curiously. "I mean, if we're not with him we might as well be against him. That's what we always got taught, so he probably learned the same kind of thing."

"Whoever taught you guys that was a jackass," Mikaela said frankly. "That's how friggin' Decepticons think, and it's bullshit."

She looked down at Haro, avoiding Mikaela's eyes. "Trust your brothers, everyone else is a target," she muttered. "That's what it-- I mean-- That's what it always was." She should be laughing at Mikaela, she knew, all that empathy stuff was total bullshit and she was a soldier so it was useless anyway-- but Cross bought her things even if she didn't whine for them and Shiro had cried when he'd thought she was dead, and Tieria was obnoxious and bitchy but he could have thrown them to the dogs so many times and he warned them instead--

She wished Johann were there. He would have told her what was right. But that was another thing, wasn't it? Don't get attached to anyone other than your brothers, because you never know when you might have to kill them. And then he'd gone and died, and Michael had almost done, so anyone could die, anyone, so don't get too close--

In the end she just scowled at the floor and kicked the television remote so hard it left a dent in the wall, which pretty accurately summed up her feelings.

Mikaela drew her legs up on the couch and wrapped her arms around them, resting her chin on her knees and watching Nena.

"I don't know...don't know what it's like, to think like that," she admitted quietly, realizing after the bang from the remote's impact made her jump that Nena wasn't going to say anything further. "I mean, I've never had to...to fight, or anything, except the cops that one time when I was a kid and then...the 'Cons. And it's pretty obvious when they're around, y'know? Can't really mistake them for, like, people."v

She nodded. "People say it's hard. Like, people are always posting questions about when it's right to kill or whatever, you know? But it's not hard at all. It's really simple. It's always been really simple."

She joined Mikaela on the couch, letting Haro free to fly around the room. She swung her legs a bit, then admitted, "But there's people I don't think I-- I mean. If I had to shoot them, it'd be hard."

RL with Mikaela: the 'Tieria's a Dick' club

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