Riot force HQ, med bay
Gir laid on one of the beds in the med bay, hundreds of wires lead from the back of head to a pile of…. Well
it might have been one computer to start with, but now it resembled some massive beast of wires and circuitry and at the centre of it all sat one woman, Nene
Romanova, the Net Sabre. Almost a week ago, Gir had another one of her "Red" moments, this one could of blown away what little a secret identity Gir
had left, so Nene was forced to crash her systems, now Nene was doing her best to try and find out what caused it.
First there was the fact that Gir's brain appeared to be a twisted fusion of some alien tech and a cloned
brain, then there was language Gir's C.P.U. was coded in, Nene had never seen anything like it, hell it took hours just to figure out how to translate it,
then there was cleaning up the data overflow from Mag's encyclopaedia and editing the master/servant protocol. Now all that was left was to wake her up.
Carful Nene typed in the command and hit enter.
Riot force HQ, command room
Seraph looked at the pile of papers Silicon handed to him, she had given him the Deed to a penthouse in Atlas,
when he asked why, she said that head probably need the space, whatever that meant, he though it was a bit odd her giving him such a nice house but hell, he
got a new home so who was he to complain. As he headed to the teleported room, he became aware of a hi-pitch squeal come from one of the corridors. Before he
could turn to see what it was, something hit him in the gut with the force of a cannon ball, slamming him to the ground.
Seraph looked up in to the beaming face of Gir. "Gir, can you please hop off me?" Seraph asked.
Gir looked down at Seraph. "Okay Daddy."
"D- Daddy?" Seraph spluttered, he about to ask more when Net saber ran around the corner
"Gir! I though I told you to wait?
Gir climbed off Seraph and helped him up "sorry, it just, you said he was here so I wanted to see
him."
Seraph turned to Net, "Why did she call me daddy?" he asked.
"Well it's more Girs idea more than anything else." Net explained.
Gir nodded enthusiastically.
"See.. you kinda like a daddy to me, you look after me and Laz, your always there for us. Sooo I was
thinking you could… you know." Gir looked sheepishly at the ground.
Seraph blinked a couple of times "you want me to adopt you?"
he asked
Gir grinned "and Laz too, cuz she's like a big sister to me, please."
Seraph could feel the glare coming from behind Nets faceplate and raised his hands.
"Kay, if it's what you really want" he said
Gir blinked a couple of times, she hadn't expected it to be this easy, grinning she grabbed Seraph in a
bear hug, "thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou." She squeed
Seraph let out a wheeze "Gir…. Ribs."
Gir released Seraph. "sowie, ohh I got to Laz the good new, be right back, bye."
With that Gir speed off down the hallway.
As Seraph rubbed his ribs, Net handed him a plie of papers.
"What's this?"
"Adoption forms, you'll need them." Net replied in a sing song voice. "I had them done up
in advance."
"Which would of meant that this wasn't Gir's idea, so that would mean?" Seraph stared at
Net.
"Well I couldn't delete the master/servant subroutine, so I changed it to something less demeaning,
Father/daughter, oddly enough I think I increased Gir's IQ when I did it to. But as for adopting Laz, that was all her idea"
Seraph looked at the pile of papers in his hands, since coming to this city his life had bounced all over the
place, now he had a new, larger, home and a family to go with it.
"Miss Net, I don't think there are any words to express my thanks for what you and the Sabres have
done for me." Seraph bowed deeply to Net.
Net let out a slight giggle at the sight. "Okay, but don't expect regular hand outs okay, were no a
charity."
"Okay, I'll collect Gir and be on my way out then thanks again"
After Seraph and Gir left, Nene sat down at the computer she built to work on Gir with, it was gonna be a pain
to disassemble, but Sylia probably didn't want it taking up half the Med bay, as she hit the shutdown command, she wondered what sort of twisted life Gir
had before becoming a Sabre, their had been piles of memory engrams dating back to at least 7 years before her activation, but Nene chose not to touch them out
of common decency, but if some of the programs she saw were anything to go by, ending up in Paragon was probably the best thing to happen to her.
*****
once again thanks OM for letting me use you Toon.
Gir laid on one of the beds in the med bay, hundreds of wires lead from the back of head to a pile of…. Well
it might have been one computer to start with, but now it resembled some massive beast of wires and circuitry and at the centre of it all sat one woman, Nene
Romanova, the Net Sabre. Almost a week ago, Gir had another one of her "Red" moments, this one could of blown away what little a secret identity Gir
had left, so Nene was forced to crash her systems, now Nene was doing her best to try and find out what caused it.
First there was the fact that Gir's brain appeared to be a twisted fusion of some alien tech and a cloned
brain, then there was language Gir's C.P.U. was coded in, Nene had never seen anything like it, hell it took hours just to figure out how to translate it,
then there was cleaning up the data overflow from Mag's encyclopaedia and editing the master/servant protocol. Now all that was left was to wake her up.
Carful Nene typed in the command and hit enter.
Riot force HQ, command room
Seraph looked at the pile of papers Silicon handed to him, she had given him the Deed to a penthouse in Atlas,
when he asked why, she said that head probably need the space, whatever that meant, he though it was a bit odd her giving him such a nice house but hell, he
got a new home so who was he to complain. As he headed to the teleported room, he became aware of a hi-pitch squeal come from one of the corridors. Before he
could turn to see what it was, something hit him in the gut with the force of a cannon ball, slamming him to the ground.
Seraph looked up in to the beaming face of Gir. "Gir, can you please hop off me?" Seraph asked.
Gir looked down at Seraph. "Okay Daddy."
"D- Daddy?" Seraph spluttered, he about to ask more when Net saber ran around the corner
"Gir! I though I told you to wait?
Gir climbed off Seraph and helped him up "sorry, it just, you said he was here so I wanted to see
him."
Seraph turned to Net, "Why did she call me daddy?" he asked.
"Well it's more Girs idea more than anything else." Net explained.
Gir nodded enthusiastically.
"See.. you kinda like a daddy to me, you look after me and Laz, your always there for us. Sooo I was
thinking you could… you know." Gir looked sheepishly at the ground.
Seraph blinked a couple of times "you want me to adopt you?"
he asked
Gir grinned "and Laz too, cuz she's like a big sister to me, please."
Seraph could feel the glare coming from behind Nets faceplate and raised his hands.
"Kay, if it's what you really want" he said
Gir blinked a couple of times, she hadn't expected it to be this easy, grinning she grabbed Seraph in a
bear hug, "thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou." She squeed
Seraph let out a wheeze "Gir…. Ribs."
Gir released Seraph. "sowie, ohh I got to Laz the good new, be right back, bye."
With that Gir speed off down the hallway.
As Seraph rubbed his ribs, Net handed him a plie of papers.
"What's this?"
"Adoption forms, you'll need them." Net replied in a sing song voice. "I had them done up
in advance."
"Which would of meant that this wasn't Gir's idea, so that would mean?" Seraph stared at
Net.
"Well I couldn't delete the master/servant subroutine, so I changed it to something less demeaning,
Father/daughter, oddly enough I think I increased Gir's IQ when I did it to. But as for adopting Laz, that was all her idea"
Seraph looked at the pile of papers in his hands, since coming to this city his life had bounced all over the
place, now he had a new, larger, home and a family to go with it.
"Miss Net, I don't think there are any words to express my thanks for what you and the Sabres have
done for me." Seraph bowed deeply to Net.
Net let out a slight giggle at the sight. "Okay, but don't expect regular hand outs okay, were no a
charity."
"Okay, I'll collect Gir and be on my way out then thanks again"
After Seraph and Gir left, Nene sat down at the computer she built to work on Gir with, it was gonna be a pain
to disassemble, but Sylia probably didn't want it taking up half the Med bay, as she hit the shutdown command, she wondered what sort of twisted life Gir
had before becoming a Sabre, their had been piles of memory engrams dating back to at least 7 years before her activation, but Nene chose not to touch them out
of common decency, but if some of the programs she saw were anything to go by, ending up in Paragon was probably the best thing to happen to her.
*****
once again thanks OM for letting me use you Toon.