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Post by elizar on Jan 4, 2009 23:15:39 GMT -5
Tyler had fallen asleep once he had figured there wasn't much more new to be said. With no motivation to be awake, he had quickly managed to order his own body to fall asleep without any use of spells.
"Different paths to the same destination." Aron said.
Ragnheiður wondered how it would be being around kid helicopters, though the prospect of it was slightly frightening as their size meant they could easily hurt her. She looked at the three kids jostling to get a good position, and there she saw that she didn't need to be around to know how they were, she had three to take care of now.
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Post by Evangeline on Jan 4, 2009 23:26:23 GMT -5
"Once they've had more experience around humans." Bree reminded Shale. "Then we'll discuss it." She turned back to Ragnheiður. "So no worries. We'll stay in touch, OK?" She heard sounds inside the house, of people preparing to move.
"That part of it would be kind of awkward though..." Delfina considered the implications. "And I just heard from Annikki again. They're in Liverpool and Nerisa just handed over a few "presents" to the Stethem. They'll meet with you-know-who and then make a jump to someplace off the south coast of France so the 'craft won't have so far to travel." She looked over her shoulder back to Aron. "Sound reasonable?"
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Post by elizar on Jan 4, 2009 23:32:03 GMT -5
"We will." Ragnheiður said. It was going to hit her budget a bit to buy paper and ink to write with, but she figured she could manage.
"Yes it does." Aron said and stretched.
Marisa quietly stirred awake. The last thirty hours had been grueling to her. She had been reassured over and over again that there was nothing wrong, that the twins did not share the same placenta. But while she had been aware of the twin’s ongoing development in her womb, she never expected them to turn out like this.
Arataki was stirring awake as well. She quickly and quietly went over to her to avoid waking up Gideon, her brother. Their form had suggested first and foremost that they were gyrodynes, but they lacked some of the shaping features of them in favor to helicopter shape. The rotor was also different from gyrodynes. It had baffled the parents at first until it was a human from the Helicopter Museum that told them that they simply had coaxial rotors, and in turn was baffled of the fact that no helicopter in carverse had that.
Marisa shushed Arataki back to sleep and was left with wondering what to do. Blood had already been drawn to test if they were affected by the Schroeder syndrome. While Jeffrey was not affected, Marisa could have given either of them that. Then there was the problem about the futurebreed registration. Everyone would be jumping on the opportunity to see them, study and draft into experimentation programs to help develop technology and tools for the ones to come.
But nothing of that bothered Marisa at the moment. She had gotten her rest after the birth, and now all she cared about were her two babies, who were oblivious to what role they served even now.
Boy, would their lives be interesting.
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Post by Evangeline on Jan 5, 2009 0:09:46 GMT -5
Jeffrey had also been getting some sleep, after being with Marisa through all thirty hours of her labor. His mother, Susan, had come over several months after the return of the away-party from Europe, once she had received news of his impending fatherhood. Feeling that there was nothing left for her on this side of the dimensional divide, and no reason to stay, Susan had decided to join her son and new daughter-in-law in the human world's New Zealand. Being an excellent sub-hunter, she was welcomed by the locals. Now she was helping out with her new grandchildren, getting over her initial amazement to take care of business.
"Jeffrey." she nudged her son awake. "Marisa's up. Maybe she'd like a break."
"All right, Mum." The Lynx pulled himself up, shook himself off and went over to Marisa, pecking her on the cheek. "Hello, love." He looked down and smiled at the newborns, nuzzling them gently.
Bree woke up in the retractable hangar in the cutter's aft section, feeling perhaps a little out-of-sorts. She had just returned from visiting family and friends back home, after going through the most exacting physical exam she'd ever had in her life, and the debriefing she'd known would come. The doctors and psychiatrists had finally given her a clean bill of health, and pronounced her fit to return to her normal duties... more than fit, actually. They were sure that the re-translation had knocked ten years off her age.
Bree returned, finally, with Commander Sheridan Stokes, Benjamin Stokes' sister who was also in the same service. Sheridan was the first of the "National Security" cutters that her niece Ariel now showed every indication of growing into. Benjamin had been given leave to go home with his family for a while. Bree would continue her priority mission, to forge links between the western and allied miltary services of Terra Humana and Terra Machina, as they had been officially designated. She would also do what her breed was born and bred to do, whenever an emergency presented itself. But this morning, the only emergency seemed to be whatever her system was threatening to puke out!
Greg, having read the situation, was ready with a large rubber skip for Bree to say goodbye to her last meal. The forklift waited while she collected herself again, wondering if what they had said was really true. He hadn't taken much stock in it, until it was actually happening before him. But he knew too much about helos to mistake it for anything else.
"Captain," he suppressed a wry smile. "I think I know what that means."
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Post by elizar on Jan 5, 2009 0:23:59 GMT -5
Marisa rubbed against him strongly. "Sorry for asking you for a reason why we should ever make love again." She said, she had said that when the first round of anesthesia had worn off. "But your answer was pretty clever." She heard some slight grunt and knew that Gideon had woken up and prepared to make some noise.
Aron hurried to where Greg and Bree were. "I came here as soon as I heard the news." He said oblivious to what was really happening. "Do you need any help?"
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Post by Evangeline on Jan 5, 2009 0:57:08 GMT -5
Susan smiled down on her grandson. "He already knows he has a voice."
"And he'll definitely use it." Jeffrey chuckled. "Maybe he's hungry again. Greedy little devil." Arataki, on the other hand, seemed to be a perfect little angel.
"So were you." Susan smirked, "Perhaps I should show Marisa more of YOUR baby pictures."
Bree had just about recomposed herself. "If they have any more of those test kits in, I'd like to make sure, and thanks."
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Post by elizar on Jan 5, 2009 12:12:34 GMT -5
Marisa chuckled. "That would be great Susan." She said, nuzzling Gideon then moving to allow him to nurse.
"Test kit?" Aron asked, then it dawned on him. Bree had grown up without having to really need protection, to actually begin using it after so long time would not had dawned on her.. "Ah, test kit." He said knowingly. "One ends, and another one begins?"
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Post by Evangeline on Jan 5, 2009 15:05:40 GMT -5
"I never got into the habit." Bree sighed. Since finding a permanent relationship, she'd always expressed a healthy libido, regardless of her hormonal makeup, and like most helos, wasn't shy about discussing it with trusted others, though she wisely stayed clear of the "TMI" threshold. "And even after last year, we never quite believed this could happen."
Jeffrey blushed. "Oh, Mum, do you really HAVE to show her the one where I made a mess of the mash bowl?"
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Post by elizar on Jan 5, 2009 15:13:08 GMT -5
Aron sighed. "There is still certain risks to follow." He said. "Mostly due to your age, and it is your first one as well. The army has told you that if you conceived, you would be allowed a use of the factory. Mostly due to your ratings. But still, it is up to you, and I am not your doctor."
"You shouldn't have said that." Marisa smirked. "Because now I really got to see this."
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Post by Evangeline on Jan 5, 2009 16:34:26 GMT -5
Bree nodded. The Coast Guard didn't have its own creche system, but had an agreement with the other services to use their facilities if expecting parents desired, and once it was known to her superiors, they'd urge her to take that option. Only in the past year had Bree gotten any inkling of what she was actually being groomed for, and the possibility of her dying in childbirth was surely on everyone's mind. There were also two other children, who would soon be visiting their adoptive mother. "Much as I would want the experience of carrying it for the whole term, I wouldn't be able to do that. In this case, I envy Marisa."
Susan gleefully proceeded to cycle through a whole slew of digitally stored baby pictures, much to her son's embarrassment. "There it is!" she displayed it on her extended PDA screen. "And a guilty look all over him!"
Jeffrey looked like he wanted to hide...
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Post by elizar on Jan 5, 2009 17:13:40 GMT -5
Aron nodded. "Long time ago, I thought most women would jump at the chance to have a kid like you do with the factories, all the rewards for no effort other than the fun start."
"It's like he mistook it for mudbath," Marisa chuckled. "It doesn't look like he was eating it, or he wanted to." She looked at saw Jeffrey's plight. "Aw come on." She said gently. "You knew that it would come to this."
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Post by Evangeline on Jan 5, 2009 17:29:43 GMT -5
Jeffrey swallowed back his embarassment as he noted Gideon moving more vigorously about, mouthing at his father's face in a care-soliciting move. The Lynx paused and nuzzled the baby boy, then licked his face. "Well, when this little man starts dating, we can show HIS baby snaps to his girlfriends. Is Ara still asleep?"
"It's a complicated thing. Papa always said I would never do things the "easy" way." Bree sighed as Greg received the kit, and pulled the sponge-ended stick out to swab in Bree's mouth before placing it in the chemical compound. Then, they watched...
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Post by elizar on Jan 5, 2009 17:44:06 GMT -5
"She's about to wake up." Marisa said and went over to her. There were few things she did want to ask Sarah, especially about their shared condition.
Aron watched the solution, and saw the color change. He knew what it meant. "Well, that confirms it." He said.
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Post by Evangeline on Jan 5, 2009 18:12:42 GMT -5
Susan turned her attention to the female twin. "She's such an angel, that one."
Jeffrey, relieved that his mother had left off with the baby pictures for now, continued to keep Gideon's attention. The infant was now mouthing at his toys, exercising the jaws that would soon be teething. It happened quickly in helos. "Soon, my little lad, you're going to be chewing on everything, and even parts of us."
Now that she saw the evidence for herself, Bree felt the full weight of it. It wasn't just a 24-hour bug or a speculation now. This was a reality she had assumed she never need think about. "I'll have to let Shale and the family know... and then my doctor in the service." She looked back at Aron. "In some ways, it feels like I just flew into a wall."
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Post by elizar on Jan 5, 2009 18:35:16 GMT -5
"That I do not look forward to." Marisa said. "Nor when some military scum want to check them out." She bristled for a moment, her instincts to keep her children safe was surfacing quite high.
"Now we need to figure out how far it is, and what's our window of embryonic transfer." Aron said and looked at Greg. "That is a part of the field I haven't studied much I'm afraid." He said.
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