Cogsley was in the hull of some clanking ship, melding metal together with a blowtorch. There were other robots, even some humans, in the same boat either drilling, melding, or hauling materials across the floor. Cogsley didn't give a sea rat's back about what the other's were doing, but the noise. It was almost deafening. He couldn't hear himself process. He wouldn't mind it so much if it weren't for Dagno who he had to take with him because the little beast stuckfast with his "Momma", and as outrageous as it sounds there is no baby Wyvern daycare.

Dagno was jittery, digging his claws into Cogsley's units and making gargling groans and clicks while whipping his head around to every noise that took his interest. And that happened often. Cogsley eventually got Dagno to relinquish his death grip out of self-preservation and the little fella flew away to perch on a high rafter, looking down at the busy room. He seemed to be fine but Cogsley couldn't help worrying. Dagno was still young and now that he was at that exploring stage of his childhood, if you could call it that for a Wyvern, he wouldn't put it past him to suddenly swoop down and incidentally terrorize the workers. They would give him so much flack.

Cogsley turned off his tools and scanned the floor over his shoulder. He flippantly disregarded his duties to see scattered drones, engineers, and technicians working about his immediate area. Back and forth glances between the cieling and their work, along with some flicked glares at him, told Cogsley they weren't all down with the idea of a "natural born killer" in their sensitive-equipment-wielding-serious-business-mongering-lack-of-plentiful-exit-having midsts. Hm, maybe he should have left the little liability with Morrie in the control room. Definitely less trouble to do there.

As he was calculating how freaked out the other workers would be if Dagno suddenly swooped down on his behest, a booming, gravelly voice demanded his attention, "Hey, what's yer sorry can's name!" Cogsley whipped around immediately, unapologetically holding his idle tools. "Cogsknee," Cogsley winced at the mispronounceation of his sorry can's name, "get yer scrawney servos back to yer business or I'll 'ave you swab the floors!" He was a large man turned walrus who must have been suckered into wearing the same stupid helmet he did, as it was the only thing on the not jolly guy that all but implied he was in the right place.

"Yeah, it's Cogsley and let me guess," Cogsley feigned thought, "I wanna say 'Wumpass'?"

"Wrumpuss!"

"Alright, Wrumpuss," Cogsley paused for effect, "LOOK HERE YOU TRANSMUTED-"

A-A-A-a-a-a-i-i-i-i-..!

Both animal-man and machine stopped their quarrel for the sudden scream from some poor fool. Cogsley pushed past the walrus man to see what the hubbub was. Probably the doings of the little winged devil, Cogsley thought through gritted gears.

Low and behold it definitely had to do with the wyvern toddle. Sometimes Cogsley hated being right.

The chief engineer, a wiry human female, and a technician, an elf who usually sported goggles, were arguing in nerd speak about his adopted son, at least that's probably what it was. "I was mending the complications made by the inane machinations that convinced your men of some fallacious logic in driving non-corresponding wires to opposite outlets, nearly sabotaging the complex setup of the parallel circuit that would regulate the electrical currents powering certain aspects of the ship, as I'm sure you know being the chief engineer at the moment, when the unsolicited appearance from the predolescent wyveraneus dracte tore me from my work and my protective eyewear from my face." Said the elf.

"Eh? That reads almost volumes of comical aspirations and insubordinate follies if the complaint within your complaint is anything to be observant of. The noted recursion in your articulation aside, though I'll warn you that it's provacative and you should curve the habit, the infantile wyvern is a-"

"Reads? There is nothing enscribed in what I parlayed back for your comprehension but the relative particulars of the incident at hand. Furthermore there is nothing to observe from the notion as it only carries through your auditory functions and settles through with the prejudant understanding that personal limits allow. How natural to malconcieve a spoken articulation when its original translation can't be recounted." He cut in with mock scathing.

"Oh!" Her high-pitched exclamation of offense grated the elf man's ears and he grimaced in disgust, she returned the expression with equal gusto. When her small mouth opened to its widest, probably to fallaciously lay down her law, Cogsley's snapped the sense of convenient interference into himself and he to them with a big step forward and a loud, hands-cupped-to-mouth bellow of;

"Oh my God, get a room you frackin' nerds! Quit exciting the geek populace with your heated passes at each other. Were kind of at war if you hadn't noticed amidst your fail flirting. So if we could not have a "Who's A Bigger Egg-Head" contest right now that would be great."

He expected silence more awkward than confronting Silas about the Mother Teresa on the hood of a Mercedes Benz he found in his stuff once but he got no such pleasure, though it didn't hurt his ego to hear barely concealed laughter imploding in nearby wage worms. What he got was those two poor unlaid souls realing their heads in unison like two of Scylla's hydra heads to face him with an expression like thunder petrified on their mugs. "You!" They roared.

"Woah," Cogsley was taken aback in surprise, "if I had known you cretins had a back bone..." he muttered.

"If it weren't for your wyvernus dracte -" Cogsley whipped his head to the pencil necked elf.

"Do you know that I'm in charge of -" The wiry female excercised his attention.

"- I would be back at work and -" the elf shouted above her.

"- a shipful of rag tag mechanics experts and -" the human sneered at him.

"- wouldn't have had the displeasure of crossing that -" the elf had a suprisingly stentorian voice.

"- never has a subordinate, even this mook, done -" the human didn't lack in snark.

"- under qualified harpy because you just had -" the elf did not desist.

"- something so obviously and unethically stupid as -" the human didn't desist either.

And in unison they said, "- to bring a wild beast, especially a young one, into strenuous working conditions as serious as these!"

The two shouting individuals were closing in on him. Cogsley never knew robots could grow a lump in their throats but he did and boy could he not swallow it. Out of some divine blessing, a convenient interference in the shape of a swooping Dagno landing heavily between his Mama and the strange would-be threats materialized. The little Wyvern hissed mistrustfully at them and for a moment it seemed he might breathe fire. The two jumped back, holding each other in fear but Dagno only coughed up the elf's goggles.

Cogsley seized the opportunity when he saw it and scooped up the winged and scaly reptile under his arm, retreating carefully with a penultimate retort, "Fine, I'll just take my world renowned expertise and trained, " he stressed the word, "Wyvern associate to a level where our contributions can really be appreciated!" He promptly tore out of the crowd and called back for a final time, "Later love birds!" And performed a series of untouchable parkour moves, Dagno did some aerodynamic acrobatics by his side, through the thick of the place until no one could trace them into a poorly lit sub corridor.

Dagno flew Cogsley up into a vent and the two just chilled.

Cogsley knew he'd have to go back and work things out, or at least work because he did not want to make an apology of any kind, he worked for Silas Charnon for crying out loud yet it felt like he was disgracing the man in his stubborn resolution. Be childish when you can be but be an adult when you need to be. The bot sighed and realized for the second time that day that sometimes he hated being right.

"Hey Dagno, I love this robot wyvern bonding time we've had but I really should be going back." The yellow and red robot confessed without really knowing if Dagno could even understand him. "I probably shouldn't have left in the first place. I didn't even need to! I could have just worked on something else. Those schmucks think they've got everything down to a science! You made me leave, Dagno!" Cogsley paused and noticed his baby getting weepy eyed. "Oh, don't start the water works kid, that means I care a lot about you! I wouldn't just leave you to those spoofs. Were family now. Get used to it... but I should go back."

Dagno released a desperate sort of bark-roar and threw all his weight down on Cogsley to keep him from leaving. "Oh alright, hey how about a deal: I'll stay until you're asleep; you must be exhausted from all those aerodynamic acrobatics you've been doing over people's heads." Dagno just looked happy Cogsley wasn't leaving anymore. In fact it got him rared up for some reason. "Yeah, you're not going to sleep are you?"

Cogsley summoned his plethora of knowledge on managing children and came to two unsavory solutions: tell a story or sing a song. He could play a tape recording of Morrie reading a mechanical manual if the almost certain chance of him being bored to sleep mode wasn't there. Cogsley doubted a Wyvern at the age of a toddler would really get a story, or understand English for that matter. His story telling skills were lousy anyway. Now what was that song Karen once consoled Navin with because he had a nightmare? He didn't really listen. Looks like he has to improvise.

"Hush little Wyvern, don't make a scene.

Mama's gonna cook you a fish cuisine.

And if that fish cuisine reeks up the kitchen

We can always order chicken.

And if that chicken is actually pheasant

We'll make a delivery boy's day unpleasant." Cogsley saw Dagno relax considerably and grow heavier.

"Off, little Wyvern, don't crush mama's back

And if you fall asleep now, I'll leave you a snack.

But if you're still awake I'll still be by your side

Or more like underneath your scaly hide." Dagno blinked drowsily. Cogsley couldn't stop now.

"Sleep, mama's baby, I'll be back soon.

Please, drift off to the sound of my croon.

And if you still can't catch those Zs

I'll stick around until I hear your snoozies.

If you can hear this as you sleep so sound

Know you're the sweetest little Wyvern around." Cogsley finally managed to lull Dagno into slumber.

Carefully he slipped out from under him and neared the vent entrance. Or is it the exit? People aten't supposed to take refuge in vents anyway. He looked back at Dagno with a gaze that begged the needless question of love. "Sleep tight baby. Only three more hours." Cogsley looked over the edge with a welling confidence that quickly soured. He didn't realize how high Dagno actually flew them. It was... pretty high. Cogsley hadn't accounted for this.

The red and yellow bot crawled back to Dagno's side. He really thought he should go back and work but this was out of his control and, no, he wasn't going to wake up his reptilian angel and undo the good he did for Dagno and the workers who are probably thanking him in that moment. Silas would understand, right? Of course he would. The resistance could do without his world renowned expertise for the next three hours. Cogsley took the chance to recharge his own systems and rest with Dagno.

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