The door slid open behind her. "Good evening, Carly," Prowl said politely as Carly moved out of the way.
"Hey, Prowl," she replied. Carly walked over to the cubby set into the wall, out of direct line of sight of the door, and started stripping. The cubby had been added just for her, as the other femmes of the Ark tended to go around either fully armored even in the baths... or go around wearing nothing more than body paint at all times, depending on how one looked at the matter. "How was your day?" she called as the black-and-white headed for the acid showers, one section Carly kept well clear of.
"Frustrating," the tactician replied. "The twins and Jazz are in the brig again. Separate cells," she added.
Tucking her shoes under the bundle of clothing, Carly grabbed her towel and caddy and headed for the water shower on the opposite wall. "All three of them?" she asked. "Are we talking a brawl, or a prank?"
"A combination thereof. Sunstreaker didn't take the prank well."
Carly winced.
It must be tough, she thought, ducking her head under the spray, to have to discipline your own lover like that. It was fortunately something that had never come up between Bumblebee and Spike and her, with the weird sideways heirarchy of where human allies fit into the Autobot military structure. Even with Bee being 3IC of the Special Operations division, the femme didn't have any disciplinary ranking over her human lovers. "Jazz pissed at you?"
"Not as such," Prowl replied, fluttering her wings under the mild spray to get them clean. "More... disappointed that the prank didn't work out as planned." Carly laughed, working shampoo into her hair. "And your day, Carly?" Prowl added.
"Meh. Some days I want to take Ratchet's option and just hit it all with a wrench until it works," she said. "We've tracked down a few bugs; give us another five days and we might have a working system." Tech integration of human and Cybertronian systems was always a bitch. But each had some advantages over the other, and combining them had more than once given the Autobots the advantage over the Decepticons.
"We are, as always, appreciative of your efforts," Prowl told her.
Carly ducked and rinsed, then stood back up straight, flinging sloppy-wet hair out of her face. "Where else," she asked Prowl seriously, "would I ever get the chance to do what I do here?"
Prowl just shook her head. "Your species is improving its views on gender parity in a remarkably short period of time." Sped up, Carly thought, by the presence of solid metal awesome alien femmes. "Someday all young women will have the opportunities you do. It is merely a matter of time."
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Date: 2011-09-13 07:16 pm (UTC)"Hey, Prowl," she replied. Carly walked over to the cubby set into the wall, out of direct line of sight of the door, and started stripping. The cubby had been added just for her, as the other femmes of the Ark tended to go around either fully armored even in the baths... or go around wearing nothing more than body paint at all times, depending on how one looked at the matter. "How was your day?" she called as the black-and-white headed for the acid showers, one section Carly kept well clear of.
"Frustrating," the tactician replied. "The twins and Jazz are in the brig again. Separate cells," she added.
Tucking her shoes under the bundle of clothing, Carly grabbed her towel and caddy and headed for the water shower on the opposite wall. "All three of them?" she asked. "Are we talking a brawl, or a prank?"
"A combination thereof. Sunstreaker didn't take the prank well."
Carly winced.
It must be tough, she thought, ducking her head under the spray, to have to discipline your own lover like that. It was fortunately something that had never come up between Bumblebee and Spike and her, with the weird sideways heirarchy of where human allies fit into the Autobot military structure. Even with Bee being 3IC of the Special Operations division, the femme didn't have any disciplinary ranking over her human lovers. "Jazz pissed at you?"
"Not as such," Prowl replied, fluttering her wings under the mild spray to get them clean. "More... disappointed that the prank didn't work out as planned." Carly laughed, working shampoo into her hair. "And your day, Carly?" Prowl added.
"Meh. Some days I want to take Ratchet's option and just hit it all with a wrench until it works," she said. "We've tracked down a few bugs; give us another five days and we might have a working system." Tech integration of human and Cybertronian systems was always a bitch. But each had some advantages over the other, and combining them had more than once given the Autobots the advantage over the Decepticons.
"We are, as always, appreciative of your efforts," Prowl told her.
Carly ducked and rinsed, then stood back up straight, flinging sloppy-wet hair out of her face. "Where else," she asked Prowl seriously, "would I ever get the chance to do what I do here?"
Prowl just shook her head. "Your species is improving its views on gender parity in a remarkably short period of time." Sped up, Carly thought, by the presence of solid metal awesome alien femmes. "Someday all young women will have the opportunities you do. It is merely a matter of time."