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Who: Captain Marvelous and new and improved Don Dogoier
What: Freed from the burden of his humanity, Don has a good old time with his captain, who has yet to be affected by the transformations.
When: Now
Where: The Gokai Galleon

Don was working in the bowels of the ship when it happened, trying to retrofit (or was it futurefit?) some of the parts and concepts he'd gotten while working on the ship with Wheeljack and the rest. He had his tongue out and his eyes screwed up as he worked on it, when a shock of electricity and fire knocked him back onto the ground. When he came to, things were different.

But somehow... better. He stands, aware of a heaviness in his limbs and a strange filter over his vision. He feels like he should be concerned, worried, maybe even upset. After all, he's been shocked a lot and nothing like this has ever happened. He looks at his hands and finds that they're not flesh as he would have expected, but a sort of armor. It looks familiar. "Oh. Is that all," he says dimly, aware that he's become an entirely different species.

He recognizes the rare and powerful species that Basco ta Jolokia, a former enemy of the Gokaigers (and near-nemesis to Marvelous) as he passes by a mirror. But it doesn't really concern him. Nothing concerns him at the moment. He had been putting off eating to try to get that last push done on his engineering but now his own hunger seems to be much more important than some pointless expansion to the ship's power capabilities. He thunks heavily up the stairs, grabbing an apple off the table where he usually keeps them and leaning back on the table as he thinks about what he wants for dinner. It creaks under his weight.

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Marvelous is up in the crow's nest, doing a cursory glance over the quadrant beneath him. He'd really only gone up for a breath of fresh air, and lost track of time re-memorizing the landscape.

He hears the noisy sounds of what can only be Doc moving, and that pulls him away from the railing. He could probably make him start dinner now...

He stops at the bottom of the stairs, eyes wide, and then he's pulling both saber and pistol from their holsters at his hips. "Basco--"

It figured, that Basco would end up here.

"Ahhh, Marv-chan~" Don says, with a laugh. Some very distant, very appalled part of him that is withering quickly, knows that that is the worst possible reaction to Marvelous mistaking him for Basco. He laughs, anyway. "No, it's me, Don!" he says, waving his arm.

"I mean, the eyes are still red, but everything else is green, right?" He opens his arms, spinning around like a model. "This body's a lot better to be stuck in than Luka's at least." He tosses the apple in the air, intending to catch it, but true to form it slips out of his fingers. His reflexes, at least, are pretty much the same.

Marvelous is inches from swinging a sword at him when Don speaks, and he stops, muscles still coiled. It's true it's not Basco's voice coming out of the guy in front of him, that he was the wrong color, that the seal on him wasn't Basco's sign.

He draws back, sword and pistol still ready in his hands. "What the hell happened?" he demands, voice rough. Was Don like this when he got here? Maybe they were from different universes, like all the damn Cybertronians who knew different versions of each other?

He lifts his shoulders nonchalantly. "I don't know. Does it matter?" He leans over to pick up the apple and dust it off on his collar. "I feel great! I mean, I was working on the ship downstairs and all of a sudden I felt this zap, and then I was like this." He takes a bite of the apple.

Then his red eyes flash and fall on Marvelous, "It's pretty great, Marvelous! It's like all of my worries just... left my body." He steps over to the captain's chair and audacity of all audacities, sits down in it. He hooks his legs over the arm and sighs. "A great weight off my shoulders, you know?"

"Yes, it matters, you idiot," Marvelous says, and reaches out to grab at Don's head and shake it, like always. "You don't think that this is weird?"

Then Don is moving, and he actually half-lifts his pistol, stunned by this fearlessness he's not used to. Don like this is very much like Basco. "Get outta there," he grumbles, moving after him to smack at his legs with the flat of his sword. "You not bein' worried's worryin' me, Doc, we're goin' to Megatronus." Not that he trusts his First Forged that much, but it had to be better than nothing.

"Sure, it's weird, but what does it matter?" He continues to eat the apple, by some mechanism not entirely obvious, but which leaves unsettling grooves on the flesh of the fruit.

He makes no motion to move. "Do we have to go?" and there's that particular, very Don-like, whine in his voice despite its strange and slightly off register. "I'm fine! Better than fine, I'm not even worried about you anymore. I mean, that's the biggest thing that's been weighing on my mind since I got here... And poof!" he gestures vaguely around his head, "Gone!"

"The part where you're a weird alien you weren't an hour ago?" Marvelous tries, not watching Don eat the damn apple.

He does hit a little harder on the next swing of his sword, though. "Yes," he says, firmly, though he's a little relieved at the very Don tone to the whining. Even if it was still coming out of a weirdly Basco-shaped face. "If this is a thing that can get fixed, we're fixin' it---" He scowls. "What the hell d'ya mean, worried about me? I'm fine."

"Well, weird is relative, at least this is an alien that we've seen before." He is unconcerned about the sword blows. They don't seem to be hitting him very hard, in his opinion.

"You know what I mean, you were practically climbing the walls out of loneliness when I got here, and ever since then you've been following me around like a puppy. Sitting in the room while I'm working, all 'I like napping on the floor here, it's nice and cool.'" he laughs low, finishing the apple and setting it on the side table. "I kept thinking 'what can I do to help?' and I even went so far as to analyze data from the Lambda, to try to figure out how to get us out or the others in. But, man, that was killing me. I haven't been sleeping. Glad that's over with."

"Yeah, as a guy who tried to kill us," Marvelous hisses, "remember what he did to Gai?" Hopefully that'll mean something.

He gives up on the sword, and tilts up that half-lifted pistol toward Don's belly, which he remembers as being heavily armored on Basco. Before he can out-think himself, he's pulled the trigger. "Shut up, and get outta my chair," he snaps, embarrassed and angrier for it. "If you're not gonna be helpful, you can get outta my sight." He doubts he can drag him to his First Forged like this. Not without some serious injuries to them both, anyway, but if he's going to ask Megatronus on Don's behalf he can't deal with having him in the room. And attitude or not, this was his ship. Don could get off the bridge.

"Well, yeah, but I'm not him, I'm just-" he's cut off by a bullet to the gut, which isn't a killing blow, but definitely smarts. He rolls off the chair and onto the floor, groaning. "Come onnnn....!" he whines.

He rolls around on the floor a bit longer, curled up over his stomach, and then his eyes flash again as he concentrates. It takes a little bit, but a humming aura forms around him, and he shrinks just so... When he lifts his head up from the floor, he looks like himself again, and he gives Marvelous a piteous look, "But Marvelous, I'm the one it happened to..." he coughs, and its probably more artifice than truth. "Look, if I look like this, is it better?" He smiles hopefully.

"Quit your whinin'," Marvelous says, and steps in front of his chair to look down on Don.

Watching him change forms is disconcerting, but the familiar face is at least a small relief. "Not really," he says, though, and sits down with some gravity to his expression. "We don't know what the hell did this, or why, or if it's just you, or if it's permanent, or what," he says, annoyed he has to spell it out. The puppy-dog whining face is actually kind of nice to see, however, since it's textbook Don. "And the fact that you turned into that is freakin' me out." They live on a planet of giant robots, and Don turns into a Basco clone. His luck.

Contrary to expectation, his human form doesn't feel any different from the armored one, except that if Marvelous tried to shoot him now, it'd probably do a bit more damage. He doesn't expect that to happen. He looks up at Marvelous from the floor, schooling his expression from amused to pitiful.

"I guess," he says, still clutching his stomach. Now that he thinks of it, he's kind of curious himself exactly what caused it. Not enough to look into it in person, but if Marvelous is offering... "I guess I could go see your First Forged, if you think it'll help. Like I said, I kind of like being like this, but you're the captain!"

The fact that he's just just taken a point-blank bullet to the stomach without it fazing him much at all is more evidence to him that this form is far superior. His little worries about being a regular human in a world full of giant robots are all in the past now, and he's as powerful as he ever wanted to be. The fact that Megatronus is unlikely to know what to do is another reassuring though.

Marvelous mostly doesn't buy it, from experience with Basco, though he presses his lips into a line and looks away anyway. Damn soft spot for his crew.

"Why's that 'you're the captain' crap sound like lip service all of a sudden?" he asks, when Don changes opinions, and leans forward. "If he doesn't know what's goin' on and doesn't know where to send me instead, he's worse at this than I thought." To be honest, he was actually fairly fond of his First Forged--for a giant robot, anyway. It could certainly be worse.

He leans his head on his hand and rests his elbow on the floor, looking up. "I don't know, Marvelous, you are the captain! I'm still Don, you know, I'm not like Basco. I'd never hurt Gai, if he were here." Though when he calls up memories of Gai, they're not accompanied by the usual pang of emotion and sadness. He doesn't miss him like he did, though the idea of not having to cook every day does appeal to him.

"I'd never hurt one of the crew, you know," he says, putting his hand over his gut protectively. There was nothing in it for him, that's for sure. He liked the Galleon, he liked working on the ship, he liked cooking. Of course, at this point he does understand Basco a bit better. He cared about making Marvelous and Akared trust him, because he wanted power. When they stopped being useful to him, he cut the cord. Don doesn't feel that way, but he understands the impulse. Now, anyway.

He stands up. "How about I make some dinner while you get in touch with your First Forged?"

Marvelous watches Don loll about like Luka trying to be charming for all of then seconds before he sits up fully, resisting the irritated urge to cuff him. If Basco was any indication, it wasn't like that was actually going to help.

'I'd never hurt one of the crew' and the hand over his stomach hit Marvelous with a pang, and his jaw tightens. Armored form, he reminds himself, remember how much punishment Basco took before he went down. If Don can be that obnoxious about his aches than he can't be too badly off.

Getting Don out of his sight for a little bit would probably help him calm down. "Go," he says, already reaching into his pocket for his Link connection.

He hops up quickly enough that it's obvious he was making light of his 'injury.' He strides off to the kitchen as if he owns the place, shoulders up, head high. It's so uncharacteristic a stride for him that it's reminiscent of when Luka swapped bodies with him. But his hips don't switch like hers did, he runs fingers through his hair and doesn't slick it back.

He hums a little tune as he begins to cook, the theme song from Akiba Rider, some show Gai had introduced him to. He's got all the recipes he needs in his head... He smells the eggplant that he had been planning on chopping into some curry to make sure Marvelous wouldn't pick it out and refuse to eat it. But screw that, if Marvelous didn't want to eat eggplant parmesan, he could starve.

Edited 2013-03-12 02:16 (UTC)

Marvelous is busy sending Megatronus a private message. If he can smell the eggplant, well, he's busy not thinking about it.

The humming from the kitchen intensifies and then becomes singing aloud. "Anything goooeeessss~!" he finishes the song and moves along to another, this one a song Luka taught him. He's not a good singer, but he certainly doesn't care about that right now.

By the time he's over halfway through the song, he's got the eggplant in the oven, and he's chewing a raw carrot as he comes out of the kitchen. "T minus twenty minutes to dinnertime!" he sings out.

Marvelous winces from the sudden noise explosion. "Twenty minutes, great," he says, typing out his next message. "You gonna stand here the whole time?"

He really, really doesn't like the concept of being bullied off his own bridge, but he'd like to be able to speak to his Firstforged without untimely interruptions, especially if Megatronus actually had any wisdom to offer on the subject of this whole thing.

He leans on the table, still chewing the carrot loudly, "Are you ordering me back into the kitchen?" He's really amused at the idea. "Nah, I think I'll stay out here. Unless you want to shoot me again."

He doesn't wince, but he does twist to eye Don more firmly. "I'm thinkin' about it," he answers, and finally stands with some haste.

"Call me when dinner's ready," he says, gruff. Megatronus is being not at all subtle about wondering what's wrong with him.

He smiles blithely, aware that even if Marvelous had shot him once, when he didn't look like himself, he could never shoot him again. Especially not without knowing he could take it. "Yes, sir, Captain, sir!" He says, giving a sharpish salute and a wink.

Marvelous grumbles to himself all the way up the stairs before he goes back to talking with his First Forged. He keeps an ear out, though, for cooking announcements and anything else suspicious.

Don doesn't make THAT much noise for the twenty or so minutes, beyond a singing that rings through the air of the ship, rattling the windows. He's pleased enough for the chance to sit in Marvelous' chair without feeling like a weird interloper. Without feeling like much of anything.

He almost falls asleep there, but he's woken up from his doze by the timer ringing and he hops up immediately. The eggplant parmesan is perfectly cooked and he beams darkly as he pulls it out of the oven.

He dashes towards the stairs after he sets the table. "O captain, my captain~ Dinner is served!"

Marvelous has finished his conversation with Megatronus by the time Don's singing stops and he calls up the stairs.

"Be down in a minute," he answers, pocketing his Link and beginning down the stairs.

When he hits the bottom, the smell hits him, and his eyes narrow.

"You did this on purpose," he guess, aloud.

He raises his eyebrows and purses his lips, defiantly. "I don't know what you mean, Captain! I just made dinner, like I always do!" He seats himself and prepares to tuck in, giving Marvelous a long, focused look, as if daring him to not sit down and eat.

Marvelous stares for a moment. He generally eats whatever Don puts in front of him--except for eggplant. Nothing could make him eat that.

Which Don definitely knew! So Marvelous feels perfectly within his rights approaching the table, getting his hand under the plate, and dumping it food-first on top of Don's blond mop of hair. All the satisfaction of getting his frustration out, none of the possible injury!

"Not hungry," he says, and turns on his heel to lock himself in his cabin.

Don is suddenly livid red, the anger boiling up inside him like a percolating teakettle. He doesn't lose his temper, but he does change, back into his armored form. He picks the plate of eggplant and pasta off his head and tosses it to the ground, where the plate shatters noisily.

"Oops," he says, affect completely flat. He wipes the rest of the food off the plates of his head and face, and then... shimmers, transforming back. His eyes are still red for the briefest of moments after he goes back into his human form. But all he does is pick up his fork again, and begin to eat.

After a while, a deep, frightening laugh, echoes through the empty room. When Don finishes, he dutifully cleans the mess he made and clears the table, and then goes back downstairs to continue working on the engines. It is, after all, one of the things he loves doing the most.

Edited 2013-03-16 02:36 (UTC)

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