The Diego Diaries: (dd8 687)
Sorry. I have a seventeen year old dog going in for a teeth cleaning. Its amazing how much work it takes to keep a dog from committing suicide because he can't have his breakfast before surgery. :D
HERE WE GO! (PS If you want to have your dog live to be 100 like mine all have (17-21 years old) keep their teeth really clean. Bacteria circulates through your dog and creates havoc.) HUGS!
Oh, and not edited.
YET!
=0=There
Caro sat, then everyone who was still awake … Prowl … called for more reports. "Barron?"
He grinned, cut off his chess game with Perceptor to speak. "We have a number of very important things going on. We have the murder trial of Gravity coming up to preliminary hearings, the status of Fila and her group to contend with, a number of petitions from the Maximum Security Prison about various things and the arsons. All of them are still in process and now that you are no longer the first but rather last step in the process it can go smoother and faster without breaks and interruptions for your schedule.
"We are in the process of creating a permanent appointed Parole Board to take on the task of those who are petitioning for parole or up for parole review in their sentencing. We want it to be a mix of legal, medical, psychiatric and highly motivated non-professional civilian. We have already decided that Proteus who is a prison advocate and counselor be in charge of it. This will speed things up, give a lot of individuals with skills a chance to help decide suitability of the petition and further free up your place in the process.
"We have a lot of progress on Cybertron of reforming the system, getting individuals to feel more confident in it and gathering good and untainted individuals to serve. The legal community is still being pruned of those who have to answer, or not, for their conduct on Cybertron during the whole business. We are also working out integrating the treaties and agreements regarding humans and their legal standing into a framework that can lead to consequences to convictions and sentencing options to the courts to help them be fair and consistent."
Barron glanced at Prime. "Considering the delicacy of the diplomacy angle in all dealings with humans, you will still be consulted on all cases though only in an advisory capacity given your greater experience with humans. The process will be untainted by any influence, even yours, Lord Optimus. Your impartiality will be protected by these measures."
"Thank you, Barron," Prime said with a nod.
Barron nodded back, then glanced at Springer. "We have an application to mentor your children in their group through the legal process because 'How will we know how this all works, Mr. Barron, if we don't see and learn the next step'?"
Murmurs of appreciation and approval rounded the group as Springer beamed and Drift grinned.
"Those kids are gold," Drift said.
"Those kids are mine. How could they be any different?" Prowl asked with a smirk.
"Jarro," Prowl's off his meds. Better get the butterfly net again," Ratchet said as he smiled at Prowl.
"Says the most spectacular fool in attendance at any sporting event you care to name," Prowl countered.
"Football starts soon, thank Primus," Raptor said.
"I expect full attendance in Iacon team gear," Prowl said to ENORMOUS laughter and raspberries.
"I hate you all," Prowl said darkly before being buried in 'awww's and 'poor widdow babies'.
He stared at them with an expression of supreme contempt. "Jarro?"
"You rang?" he asked with a snicker.
The Look® greeted that and had no effect on Jarro either. Prowl frowned, Jarro snickered and Prime had a huge laugh in his brain stem.
"We had a riot at the Supermax when Ratchet was doing rounds and a condemnation-" he began before Prowl stepped on his lines.
"How's surprised?" Prowl asked. "Raise your servos."
No one did.
Ratchet beamed them all his best smile. They stared at it together a moment, then Jarro began again with a chuckle.
"A riot broke out in the yard where a group were relaxing and we had a chance to really test out our procedures. All went well. Some of them were flagged for mental health checkups but most went into Ad-Seg. We're getting a lot of mentally unstable individuals, some of which require condemnation in the courts, then extraction. Sometimes it takes longer than is safe for my estimation so Barron and his advocate for mental health for the prison and I are working on a better response time. We have also added guardian ad litems to the Health Center. We want all possible avenues of protection for the patients that are possible and feasible."
To the humans surprise, there was complete agreement among the mechs and femmes. Assuming that prisoners had rights that needed protected, apparently was a new concept among many of them.
Our high security hospital in the District is doing well and we have enough beds to handle our patient load with some transitioning out to the prison again. Their legal and medical is handled by Proteus so they can get what they need and meet their case deadlines without a break due to their removal. He's invaluable and organized, Our Proteus. I could use three more of him," Jarro concluded.
"Put an ad on Craig's List," Ratchet said to loud laughter and agreement.
Prowl smirked at Ratchet. "Herling?"
He grinned at the two, then read from his datapad. "Our students are dispersed over the colony attending daycare centers as a class group. We're keeping them together though the busing was a nightmare to figure out. We are happy that it might happen sooner that we can re-open and things returned to some kind of normal again. Our students are managing very well, I'm proud to say. So are our wonderful staff."
Everyone stared at Herling, a delightful, smart and dedicated mech to the well being and furthering of their children's future. He was an admired mech here, he and his bond Nova. They were ultra dedicated to the schools, everyone's kids and their own two babies who attended Sparkling Day School #1 in Terra.
"We're thinking of giving the mentor group, your little mentor group a place on the Student Council at school. They can having a voting member at large who can perhaps motivate the older levels into some kind of focus that will help them in their later careers. Those kids are wonderful and very dedicated. They are very good ambassadors for their group and have members on advisory boards, the School Board and Delegate Assembly. It doesn't get better than that."
Everyone murmured their assent as Hardie leaned forward to speak to the humans.
"For those of you who don't know, the mentor group was started by a young mech who wanted to be a part of something. He came to games with Drift and Springer, then brought more kids. They have open enrollments periodically to train more kids in medicine, policing and community service. They work on the boards for land management, elders and the Youth Court. They have expanded their program from just the Watch and Medical into the legal profession to get a bigger understanding of what the process is like.
"Understand, the core group were some of the most aimless entitled individuals you could ever know. Now they're an inspiration to all. Anyone can change. Even the most entitled overbearing and indifferent personalities possible." He sat back staring at them as the soldiers and regulars nodded.
:Those kids are gold: Judy Witwicky said. :They come to the Resort to learn how things are run. The guests love them. We love them. I approve of your description of them at the beginning. They weren't nice to be around then. I heard a lot of slag about them at school. They just needed someone to help them find themselves. Well done, Springer and Drift:
Springer grinned as he leaned forward. "Thanks. Can we have you come in with an assortment of your purses to show them your special hand-to-hand? It might help them some fine orn, your signature move."
Judy laughed. :Count on it:
Huge laughter rounded the room with snarky remarks about Michael Bay.
"If there's nothing more to add, Lord Chevron?" Prowl said.
"I have nothing more. Thanks for asking, Prowl," Herling said with a bit of sass that nearly got a standing ovation. He beamed as Chevron began with a smile of his own.
"We have graduated our very first class of fully accredited priests."
That's as far as he got before being overwhelmed by applause.
=0=The Hourly News at Noon
"And now, Paso with the weather."
A sweetly smiling youngling mech was shown standing before a massive monitor with Mars and its moons clearly on its vast surface. "Good afternoon. Today's weather is a mixed bag. Here at the equator, the westerly winds are picking up steam as they meet the ridge of cold air coming down from the north. Because they're meeting a barrier of cold air, the winds have picked up and could reach gale force by 2000 joors this evening. It won't be enough speed to ground flights both here and around the planet but it will kick up the inevitable dust storm.
"I was informed by Sciences that their meteorologists and weather scientists are still working out the tech to end the sandstorms that are inevitable when conditions come together like this. Its a tricky business that reverts to brand new every time a storm happens due to fluctuating conditions and the resultant responses that have to be tailored to them.
"We project a wind storm tonight arriving at 1800 joors and intensifying around 2000 joors. We expect winds from 60 kilometers to 120 around midnight. We expect that they'll last overnight into the early morning before tapering off to 20 kilometers by 0900. We don't expect the schools to be closed but there is no guarantee how the roads will turn out. The Metro, of course, is an alternative to school buses but expect intense usage by those trying to get to work as well."
He turned to the monitor, then projected an overview of the colony. He also projected temperatures, wind conditions and sand density over every city and open space on the map. "Let's take a look at local conditions, shall we?"
We shalled.
=0=Meeting
"We have a number of scribes that finished their training and are working with the Monastery Scriptorium and the Museum to restore and conserve a number of very delicate and ancient tomes that are among the oldest we possess. A large cache of written works have been exhumed at Polydorus on the High Range which were hidden by the Monastery on the Ridge before the end came. They are very, very delicate and damaged to varying degrees by water and energon leakage into the vault which cracked under bombardment. Its a miracle of Primus that they survived. The Museum's conservation team is helping us and we've set up a forensics lab in the large meditation room in the Conservatory."
"I've taken the request for a real lab and forensics facility for the Temple to the Planning Commission. Fort Max is going over it and you should have an answer in a few orns, Lord Chevron," Jetta said. "I foresee no problems in getting it through. As for the land, you have so much land in the Temple set aside you just have to tell us where you want it."
Chevron smiled beautifully. "Thank you so much, my son. I knew we could count upon you."
"What about it, Elita? Can you, too?" Ratchet asked. He glanced at Prowl. "I'm just checking on a daughter, one of over ten I think."
Prowl stared at him coolly. "Quality over quantity, Loon."
Ratchet snickered. "I think he just insulted you gals," He said to Elita, Arcee and Greenlight who had joined them for the lulz.
They glanced at Prowl with smirks.
It would delight Prime the number of tells that Prowl couldn't conceal of his curdling innards.
=0=TBC 4=14-2023
ESL
feasible (fee-zih-bul) what is possible to happen
ex: Mankind can't fly without machine help. Otherwise, its not feasible."