(dimensions-hopping cat.)

//I know it’s been a while since I was last here, and I’m deeply sorry for not telling anyone why I disappeared sooner. The reason? I haven’t been on Proto lately is that I don’t feel that his world is well fleshed-out, and I have given him a poor selection of clothes for someone who’s supposed to be an amateur dimension-hopper and a mercenary. As a result, I’m going to give Proto a much needed reboot.

Star reaches for another tool of some sort and leans back into console, before leaning back out. “Goggles…” she murmurs looking around them on the floor and snatching some goggles up when she finally found them. She carefully puts the strap over her ears and pulls it down, brushing her mane out from under the strap. She glances at him, curious, but continues her work while she listens. Star pulls the goggles down over her head and reaches for another tool and leans back into the console.

Tail tip twitching eagerly as she went about fixing the wires she’d snipped, ears swiveling back as she listened to the feline talk. Okay, so he was probably crazy, or maybe he was dehydrated and hallucinated. Either way, she had to face facts she’d probably just let a not-so-sane alien on her ship. Wonderful. She leans back out of the console and looks at him a bit skeptical to say the least. “You know that’s sounds like a bit of an odd question, aye?” she asks, a mischevious glint in her eye before she shakes her head. "You don’t have to show me. It’s fine. You should just be lucky you weren’t thrown onto my home planet.” she continues, pushing up her goggles to her forehead. “Then you’d really ‘ave been lunch.” 

For a short while, Proto’s artificial eyes looked away in nervousness as he finished his answer. Admittedly, his tale was bound to sound farfetched, and no amount of sugarcoating would help. However, with some new information presented to him regarding Star’s homeworld, he had no further reason to continue dwelling in the past.

Soon enough, a ear-piercing scream erupted from the guest bedroom where the cat would stay during his visit to Acmetropolis. Without a second of delay, Proto shot up from the bed, his body drenched in sweat and his eyes enlarged with dread. Whatever the nightmare involved, it rattled the feline to the very core, but fortunately insufficient to paralyze him on the spot.

As he tried to relax, a series of knocks on his door startled him; no doubt one of the Loonatics had heard about the noise and came to investigate. Half-sleepily, the cyborg got off and pressed a small button on the side, causing the piece of metal to slide away and reveal the bat beyond it.

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“Hey so IM BACK BUTT FACES. SO LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER.”

There was very few things that That Tech couldn’t quite do, one of these things was dimensional travel. Almost ever other piece of technology or science he could understand or build a machine for, but that piece of science was a bit out of his reach for now. So far all he had gotten to was building a machine to detect dimensional anomalies.

It was this machine that had driven the coyote out into the cold night looking for what had caused such an anomaly. A scanner in hand, he trudged around in the snow looking for what he could only assume was a dimensional rip

The calico gritted his teeth as a gust of chilly wind blew over him, prompting the cat to wrap his cybernetics arms around himself in a vain attempt to keep warm. However, he was not concerned with the matter of getting dressed for the weather at the moment, and wasted no time sprinting away. The dimensional rift he came out of was noisy, no doubt anyone will come and see what is happening.

Just then the bat noticed that the others weren’t around. This worried him, and decided to check his communicator for any activity.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding back, and looked at Proto with an apologetic smile.

“Sorry buddy, they won’t be here until later.” Bertram scratched the back of his head, ears dropping. “My fault… I didn’t hear the messages Ace sent me; they were called for an interview at the media so they left while I was patrolling…”

“The ceiling? Not this time around!” Bertram smiled as he started to descend. “Since I have been doing flying patrols more often, the guys made me a special entrance so I wouldn’t have problems getting in and out the base.”

Reaching a certain spot at the side of the building, in which there was a huge window wall showing their reflection, Bertram lifted his head so that a hidden sensor could notice a hidden device in his googles, soon enough something at the other of the glass clicked and it slid open.

The large bat got inside, and once in, the window slid closed and he allowed the cat the get off his back. “Here we are, you alright?” He lifted his googles and looked at Proto.

“Yeah, I am okay.”  Proto responded, before hopping off Bertram’s back and rolled his shoulders once to stretch himself out. The memory of the first time he arrived at the Loonatics’ tower was terrifying to the cat, and even though he had an augmentation to avoid ending up as a pancake, he would rather not fall off from a dangerous height.

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“Proto? Personally, I would have gone with ‘Mr. Whiskers’ or ‘Snowball’, but I commend your parents for taking the science fiction approach,” Argost chuckled,”…That’s a joke. My name is V. V. Argost. A pleasure to meet you.”