Meanwhile, in the Military Base, Ron and Lenny and Fiona were all working together to try and get the communications machine up and running.
"Jeez, how did this thing break so badly?" Ron asked as he looked inside the machine.
"I don't know!" Lenny cried. "I gave it the most essential care!"
Fiona narrowed her eyes at him. "You banged it with a wrench whenever you thought it was glitching because you thought you knew how to fix it!"
"...And it worked!" Lenny argued back.
"Did you happen to hit on the inside of the machine?" Ron asked as he looked at him.
"Uhh, duh!" Lenny replied as Fiona facepalmed.
"Well, that's the problem. Thankfully, it's fixable! Any of you got any tools?" Ron asked.
Fiona thought for a moment. "Well, neither of us don't, but Wes does. He's pretty tech savvy, and he's also the medic and chief science officer!"
"Sweet! Where is he?" Ron asked as he slowly stood up, since he was still incredibly injured by Dipsy.
"With Pyro in the lab." Lenny said. "Speaking of which, if this 'infected custard' is what's causing all these 'New Borns', maybe we should get him and a team to burn it."
"Alright. Sounds good to me." Ron said simply.
"Guess Connor's gonna get back-up." Fiona said before facing Ron. "Speaking of which, maybe you should check on your friends."
Lenny nodded. "Yeah...They looked pretty spooked. I heard the red one, Po, crying over something earlier, but The Guardian calmed him down."
"Oh, boy...I'll go check on them, and then come back to help fix it. You just get the tools and etc, ok?"
Both Lenny and Fiona nodded as he started to walk away towards Walten and Po's room, or at least the room they were at. They weren't that close to this place yet. Fiona then started walking over to the lab and saw Wes and Pyro just chatting, even seeing Pyro giving his old friend a noogie.
"Hey! Pyro! Quit it!" Wes laughed, managing to escape his grip.
Pyro just laughed with him. "Brought it upon yourself, buddy! I practically raised you, dude!"
"You only taught me most of everything I know, not really raising me." Wes said simply.
Pyro shrugged. "Still the same thing in my eyes."
"Alright, alright, fair." Wes said before seeing Fiona and smiling. "Oh! Hey, Fiona!"
"Hey. Sorry to interrupt, but mind if I borrow the toolbox and Pyro at the same time? We need both for something."
"The distress calls, correct?" Wes asked.
Fiona nodded. "No samples of any soldier just yet for you to analyze. So I guess you can just wait for one."
"Well, alright." Wes said before giving Pyro a fist bump. Pyro waved goodbye before facing Fiona, who grabbed the toolbox and smiled. "Cya, Wes!" Fiona said before facing Pyro.
"So, what do you need me to do?" Pyro asked.
"We need you to take a team and meet up with Connor at the main custard facility. According to The Guardian, Po, and Ron, it's the reason the distress calls even came in. Dutch should be back with my brother and Anne soon. And we need you to burn it all, and with your name being Pyro and all..."
Pyro nodded before grabbing some kind of blaster or gun that shot out fire. "Burning is my specialty. Alright, I'll head out."
Fiona waved as Pyro walked off before looking back at Wes' lab. "Maybe he needs some company...No, wait. The machine gets fixed first. Then chat. Focus, Fiona, focus." She told herself before walking back into the communications center.
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If Po Survived (ST3 AU)
General Fiction(ART NEVER BELONGS TO ME!) What if Po, the little red tubby had survived the custard incident? What if she helped The Guardian stop it?
