Rolling on Through (Lopez/Open)

[Sarge]

Sarge nodded respectfully to Lopez, he didn't know what the robot said, but he was certain it was something endearing towards him. Lopez always knew how to say it best, even if Sarge couldn't understand him. He turned from the pair and headed toward the Warthog and jumped into the passenger seat, immediately taking the shotgun from between the seats and resting it in his lap.

"Hell if I'm losing THIS again," he looked to Grif then back to Lopez and watched the scene unfold. Maddie's smile and laughter brought a smile to his face and he'd almost swear it just about brought tear to his eye; a rather manly tear of course, chalked full of testosterone and aggression. He then turned back to Grif and his smile dissipated into his usual "Grif Glare." "Well numbnuts. Lopez seems to have found a friend in his time off, Simmons I bet is probably working as IT support somewhere and I've been lookin' high and low for all of you. Donut's probably gotten a job at Urban planet or started his own hair salon too. And what have you accomplished huh? Gaining a few extra pounds sittin' on a couch eatin' cheetos?" Sarge didn't even let him answer before he spoke again, taking out a card he'd gotten from a woman named Cira and looking at it. "We gotta find these people called NEST." He snorted, "Not what I'd call a secret government agency. Makes us sound like a bunch of wimpy sparrows or somethin'. Shoulda called it "KICKASS" or "SHOTGUN." He smiled as he looked to Grif, "Or my personal favourite, "GRIFKILLAS"."

[Lopez]

((Translations: "It's not a name. It's an insult. I would have thought even you would figure that out over time." and "Maddie, I have a new repair to do, if you want to help."))

"Por desgracia, sí. Son unos idiotas, pero es mi trabajo para estar con ellos, en las buenas y en las malas." Lopez replied, a slightly saddened hint to the otherwise monotonous tone he spoke with, before he gestured toward the Warthog, a nod of his head and short look at Sarge hopefully enough to get across to the less intelligent leader that there was a job to be done before they were going anywhere.

"El primer trabajo es inspeccionar los daños.

[/color] He stated to indicate the fact of the matter as he walked toward the hood of the car - the dented and abused hood - and to pry the damned thing open so he could fix it. He was amazed it was still running, what with the coolant system all screwed up the way it was thanks to the damage to the front. Many vehicles worked in a very similar matter; while much of this particular one, as odd as it was, may be unfamiliar to her, she should be able to point out the problem area - though, since replacement wasn't exactly an option, she wouldn't be the greatest help to fixing it - it was a delicate, nearly impossible thing without the right tools, or a good replacement, and it was something that he hadn't taught her. He'd taught her based on ideal conditions, seeing as, chances were, she wouldn't be on a battlefield fixing a vehicle any time soon. That was his job.

"¿De dónde crees que deberíamos empezar?" It was pretty obvious just where, but he had to have his ways of testing her, even if they both knew exactly what the answer was. She was a smart kid.[/size][/blockquote]

[Madeline Flynn-Morgan]

((Translations: "¿Por dónde empiezo?" = "Where do I start?"))

Maddie shook her head a little at that. "¿Cómo está usted todavía cuerdo?" she questioned and she watched the way he interacted with the half-brained moronic idiot that was, somehow, their leader. She was still trying to wrap her head around that and she resisted the urge to just rub her temples to stave off the headache.

Dear little Jack Horner's corner, how was Lopez still sane?

Maddie nodded before she followed after him and peeked up and in. She stared at the dented and twisted damage and wondered, distantly, what on Earth the problem was before she noticed that what could be the coolant system could be damaged. She looked over at him at his question, her eyes curious and then she pointed to the damaged coolant system, or what she thought was it.

It was a rather amazing that this really heavy car was still running at all and she was sure it only was because of Lopez.

"Esto sólo sigue funcionando gracias a ti, estoy seguro," she stated, even as she eyed the damage and then her forehead wrinkled a bit in confusion. She didn't touch the damage because she was sure that it would injure her hand and she smiled brightly at Lopez before she looked at it.

"Esto necesita ser reemplazado," she added with a frown.

[Dexter Grif]

Grif couldn't stop an exasperated sigh escaping his throat, looking away as once again he was verbally abused by his superior. Would he ever get a break? Not likely. But he did perk up slightly at the mention of needing to go to NEST. So Sarge had bumped into them? Clearly he wasn't completely in the know like he was, so this would be entertaining. Plus someone would probably beat some leader morals into the man. Actually... no, that wasn't likely either. But he still had some hope left in his being. Everyone could change, right?

What he needed was Simmons, and urgently. The maroon soldier could take Sarge's attention away from the orange armored man. Everything would be okay when Simmons popped up. Not that he cared, of course. No way. All the man would be there to do would be to distract Sarge and get him away from Grif. Then everything would be fine. He had no other feelings for the man. They were just friends. Not even that sometimes.

[Sarge]

Sarge scrutinized the card as though doing so would glean him further information. He wasn't sure what to think about NEST, Cira had certainly sold it well enough to him...Although the car that transformed into a giant robot certainly helped quite a bit as well. He look past the car to take in the warthog he sat in and a small smile spread across his face when he considered the possibilities. Of course, he wasn't sure how he'd feel about having a talking car let alone one that could pick you up and crush you. With a snort he shrugged and put away the card as he looked ahead at Lopez and Maddie.

"Once we get settled in at NEST, we can start on looking for Simmons and Donut. With Lopez back and the resources this cushy government job will no doubt supply, that shouldn't be too difficult. Maybe while we're there you can shape up and be a soldier." Sarge looked over at Grif for a moment and snorted, "Then again, I may be getting far too optimistic for my own good." The day Grif became a soldier would be the day Sarge took orders from a blue.

[SeekerWing]

THREAD CLOSED

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