They had found out that very same day why the little one had been taken by the military in the first place. One wouldn't have believed what they saw if not for the fact that both Vinny and Modo had seen what had happened with their own eyes when their mother had told them to go clean the kid up so that she could feed him/her.

The three had been locked in the bathroom, Vinny already shucking his clothes cause he just knew the waif was going to splash him. Of course this was a bit before water on their planet had become so scarce that they had found other means to bathe.

Still Modo had found Vinny's parinoia funny.

And on some level he sensed that the little one found Vinny's parinoia funny, curious, and somewhat distracting. Which was good since Modo had had to cut the waif's clothes from him and the kid needed a nice distraction to keep from noticing. But once the last of the clothes had fallen away Modo had froze for a moment.

His mind not truely registering what he was seeing at first.

Aside from the wounds and such littering the little one's body, he/she was frightfully thin, and on top of that... was the kids gender.

Not male. Well not exactly anyways. The waif had breasts. Small ones on it's nearly furrless chest and there was nothing between it's legs to indicate the male gender. Yet when Modo blinked the breasts vanished and a little thingy appeared between it's legs.

Holy- The kid was a morpher! A bizzare cross between the martian species and an unknown, that was neither entirely male nor female until their body chose a gender to stick too.

Modo grabbed Vinny and his clothes and on a whim tossed him out of the bathroom and right into the hallway outside just as their mother was passing with an arm full of clothing. Modo heard his mother holler at Vinny as he took off running down the hall butt naked but ignored an otherwise amusing situation so that he could check out the waif again.

This time when he saw the breasts he couldn't help but put his hand over one to see if it was really there. He'd been taught in school that morphers were supposed to be exstinct. Bones and fossils of their kind had been found and dated back to the beginning of the martian race. Yet here was one right in front of him. The implications of this were not lost to him. Nor was the reasosns the military had taken the kid.

If a morphers abilities could be used to their full advantage then they could become anyone. They could do anything. They would waltz onto an enemy base and destroy it from the inside then walk back out.

The only true problem was that most morphers were feral and had been recorded in martian history books as difficult to control. Which is why their civilization had fallen. They were simply too violent to be allowed to run wild and free.

Modo felt the little one starting to shake under his hand and pulled his palm away from it's chest. "Sorry." To be honest he'd completely forgotten the fact that he'd put his hand on it's chest to begin with. He'd been so lost in thought.

He knelt down so that he and the little one were eye to eye and decided to take measure of some of it's features to see which gender it was leaning more towards. He studied it's little face, noting that the muzzle was a bit shorter, the ears were smaller, it's bone structure was very petite and delicate.

"Hn. It looks like your leaning towards being a girl." He said after several moments as he reached out and put his hands on the little one's bare hips and used them to measure the span of it's hips.

Yup. It was leaning towards a girl. One with nice childbearing hips, his momma would say. Dropping his hands away from what he firmly dubbed a 'female' in his mind he smiled at his little sister and said. "My names Modo. You can call me Mo, Do, or Bro. You're choice. So...what's your name?"

The waif didn't answer. She merely stood huddled there, shaking a little bit. "Are you scared?" Modo asked curiously as she nodded her head.

She felt a variety of things at the moment. Fear, uncertainty- what if this person abandoned her to die like her mother had? What if this person called her a freak and beat her? What if he thought she was disgusting because her body wasn't like his own?

She made a whipering sound and started to cry quietly. She was one of the last of her kind and she faced an uncertain future. What if she had no place here? What if, What if, What if- She felt Modo wrap his arms around her and for a moment she had to fight down the urge to scream and bite and fight, thinking that he intended to strangle her. But when he made no move to do so she calmed a little bit and let him pull her against him.

"It's okay little darlin. I know how difficult it can be for someone who is different. Especally after what the military did to you but try not to think about it. You're free now. And ain't no one going to hurt you while I'm around. The same goes for Vinny and mom. They won't let anyone hurt you either. Now lets get you cleaned up so that you can meet your new momma."

She sniffled and wiped her face with one of her hands but didn't really answer as he picked her up and put her in the bathtub. She just curled her body so that her legs were drawn to her chest and her tail hid everything below the water's surface as he carefully scrubbed her clean of the dry blood and washed her hair and winsed her off before holding a towel out to her and excusing himself to go talk to his mom.

If they were going to have an morpher in the house then his mother needed to know what it might mean for them. After all he couldn't have his mother agree to keep the kid blindly. Not now anyways. Not when it could mean the military coming after her.

He had to warn his mother and make sure that they were ready just in case.