The Birth of a Rebellion (Tag: Warp, Shane, Alex, Ahsoka)

Buzz stepped onto the VR deck, lights immediately flooding the huge place. He couldn’t help whistling—it was that impressive.

He took a few steps forward and leaned against the wall, folding his arms and waiting. The others would be here soon.

Ahsoka wandered onto the VR deck, her eyes taking it all in. This is one kriffing HUGE place. Catching sight of Buzz, she straightened and saluted. “Commander Tano, reporting for duty, sir.”

Buzz straightened himself, saluted back, and smiled. “At ease, Commander.”

“Yes, sir.” Ahsoka stepped back into parade rest, hands clasped behind her, and sighed.

Shane raised an eyebrow as he stepped into the VR training room. It was huge, of course, not unlike the rest of the ship, and obviously equiped with the all of latest technology. He liked it,even though he wasn't going to get to use it for it's intended purpose just yet, he realized, noticing Buzz and Ahsoka were already there. Warp had lied...again.

"Reporting as ordered, sir." He said, coming to attention and saluting. He felt utterly ridiculous, not only because he thought he shouldn't be saluting "the enemy", but because he remembered that he hadn't quite gotten all evidence of his last adventure removed from his suit. Namely, a few small bits of frosting stuck in the crevasses of his suit, and a noticable scorch mark on his back.

Please, no one say anything if you HAPPEN to notice... It was a far-fetched request, but it didn't hurt to ask...usually.

Buzz raised an eyebrow but returned the kid’s salute. “Shane. At ease.”

Ahsoka bit her lip slightly as Shane entered the huge room, but then she noticed… something… in the crevasses of his suit. Was that…

Almost as soon as Buzz had ordered Shane at ease, Ahsoka couldn’t help blurting, “Shane, is that frosting on your suit?!”

"Don't look so surprised, captain." Shane dropped his salute and leaned against the wall, wincing slightly, the twinge of pain offering another reminder of his run-in with trouble.

Not being sure whether to grin or frown at Ahsoka's question, Shane paused for a moment. He felt as though he was terribly red in the face, due to the sudden warmth that flooded his face, but hoped that he wasn't. "Uh, yes? Why, do you want some?" A wicked grin formed at the end of Shane's question.

((Um, I'm having issues with my Warp account. Might be a bit before I can get it fixed))

((Ooo… okay. Might wanna ask Ttone for help, then…))

Ahsoka’s eyebrows drew together. “Oh, no. Don’t even think about it, hotshot.”

((I did. Haven't heard back yet. *is frustrated*))

"Too late." Shane gave Ahsoka a teasing wink before resuming a placid, yet alert expression. He had half expected one of them to ask why he had cake in his suit, but was perfectly okay with the way things were...them not knowing.

((D’awww! Maybe I can help you bug her! ^^))

She stuck her tongue out, not caring how juvenile the action was. “How’d you get frosting there, anyway?”

((Ttone is pretty busy with school and stuff, but if you send me a message telling me whats up, I'll help as best I can! And now I'll get out of your thread xDDD))

Good grief! She just had to know everything about everything, didn't she. Shane took another moment to respond, using the time to make sure his temper was in check before he said anything. "Involuntarily." It was the best way he could describe what had happened without actually giving them details.

((hey, thanks Sic!))

((Okay, Sic—sorry!))

Ahsoka raised an eloquent eyebrow. “Obviously.”

Buzz watched the exchange with interest, chewing down a smile.

"Mm-hm," Shane responded, more than content with his answer. Had it been only Ahsoka and he, he might have felt compelled to tell her more, but with a Space Ranger...correction, Captain Lightyear, in the room, Shane was decidely tight-lipped about anything that might come up in the conversation.

Buzz shook his head. “All right, that’s enough.” He exhaled. “Shane, where’s Warp?”

"He should be here soon. Said he had to work some problem or other with Sic and would be over here ASAP." Shane added a shrug to the end of his answer, as if he really didn't care. He as pleased to talk about something besides himself.

Glad that's over Warp mused, pleased to finally have arrived at the VR training room, and not at all pleased to find that he was the last one there. If his mood could've gotten any worse, it did. "Buzz, Commander Tano," He greeted civilly before turning to Shane. After a brief paused he said, "Why is there frosting on your suit?"

Shane stiffened slightly when Warp stepped into the room. His levels of alertness increased noticably whenever his trainer was around. Warp was the one person, so far, that he was truely wary off.

He drew and released an irritated breath at Warp's question, his face nearly screaming that he wasn't about to answer. Shane didn't mind answer a few questions with non-descript answers, but seemed to have become one of his more subtle goals in life to annoy the living daylights out of Warp. Silcence, he'd found, was one of the best ways to do that.

“Hi,” Ahsoka said mildly as Warp greeted her, her awareness level instinctively ratcheting up a notch or so. She noted that Shane reacted similarly.

Then Warp asked Shane about the frosting, and Shane clammed up completely. After a few moments of silence, Ahsoka said, “Well, Cap’n, if they’re going to be at this for a while, you want me to go grab us some popcorn buckets for watching the show?”

Buzz couldn’t help laughing. “I don’t think that’ll be necessary, Commander. Warp? Shane? You two ready to let us get this meeting started?”

"Trust me, I was ready several hours ago." Warp snorted, finally breaking eye contact with Shane, and turning to the rest of the group.

Shane's expression darkened slightly as Warp turned away from him. A smart remark about Warp being the last person to arrive at the meeting scrolled across his mind but he kept quiet, giving a nod to the Captain. This was going to be interesting.

Buzz rolled his eyes—same old Warp: some things never changed. Then he coughed and straightened. “Well, this is going to be very informal—which I’m sure you’ll appreciate, Warp—and probably pretty short. The purpose of this meeting is to formulate a structure and a plan with which to take down the Dictator and his 2IC.

“Recently, we were all given jobs, and hopefully, these jobs will help us more than they will them. Commander Tano, to which task were you assigned?”